FWS on here, WHERE ARE YOU.
I've largely gone quiet over the last several months. In the past, I've tried to step away but felt myself being drawn back in, but this time has been different.
For almost five years, the A was front and center in my thoughts (really more like 7 years, since that's when we started the conversations that built up to D-Day 2). Because we basically hit the pause button on healing when we rugswept thirtysome years ago, I was as wayward in my thought patterns as I had ever been -- a minimizing, avoidant liar. SI was such a lifesaver for me. I couldn't imagine leaving, and I wanted to repay the community. Sharing my experience and explaining wayward thought processes, especially in BS Questions for WS, felt helpful and healthy. I also wanted to stay in the oven for a while to make sure I was fully baked.
But late last winter, something changed. A conversation on BS Questions made me realize how deathly afraid I was (without even realizing it) of forgetting anything that I still remember about the OM or our time together. I had gotten into deep, deep trouble by trying to erase my memories so that I wouldn't have to face my lies. I spent years trying to make up for that by sifting through physical evidence that could corroborate my story or add clues to my timeline. And because I knew how the gaps in my memory complicated my reconciliation, I didn't dare let anything I still remembered out of my head. The OM has been a constant daily presence for so long, a key player in most of the answers to questions members ask, lurking behind my BH's eyes when he's having a bad day. I never complained about the weight of those memories because I knew they were even heavier in BH's mind, and I'm the one who put them there. But still, I felt the weight.
A few days after that exchange on BS Questions, I told my BH about it. He held me and said into my hair that it's time to let myself forget. It will be okay if I don't remember details; it's ok to let the OM fade. And I swear I felt the weight lift from me physically, like something had been exorcised.
Since then, a friend on SI mentioned to me that my activity here has been quieter. She wanted to know if anything was wrong. It's not. I just find more and more that it's a relief to not have to keep hitting a mental refresh button on what has become an old story. BH is healing. I'm healing. The OM has no place in the life we've built and rebuilt together.
I also think that I might finally have run out of new things to say. I've written thousands of posts. I've written about emotions, about sex, about living inside the head of a liar. I've approached the experience from every possible angle and made every conceivable plea to fellow waywards to come clean. It's all there for anyone who wants to read my post history. I realized I don't have to keep reliving it; the archive can speak for me.
I'm sure I'll drop in from time to time. Maybe after a break, I'll feel enthusiastic about posting regularly again. But for now, at the SI-predicted milestone of five years, it feels healthy to look forward instead of back.