When my father passed away in February my husband was so supportive. Not just of me but also of my mother and my siblings. It was a reminder of just what a really wonderful person he is.
He was there for me in so many ways in the days after my father’s death and leading up to the funeral. At the funeral he was a pall bearer and my mother literally leaned on him and my brother the whole time.
In the weeks after the funeral he and I spoke a lot. None of our conversations centered around our marriage or my infidelity. He just listened as I poured my heart out over my father and how badly I miss him. There were evening when he’d come to my place after he got off work and just sit with me so I wasn’t alone. He’d check in on my mother and my sister. He was just marvelous.
The he and I went into what I’d guess was a period of delayed hysterical bonding. We slept together a lot during this time. Like we’d never been together at all. It was like we were rediscovering each other? I can’t explain it. But this went on for a few weeks. In the time immediately after d-day my husband wouldn’t touch me, hug me or even hold my hand. He said the thought of touching me made him sick. So there was no hysterical bonding like I’ve read about in other cases of infidelity. Maybe that’s why this was so intense when it did happen. But I felt like this wasn’t the basis for restarting our relationship. So I decided we needed to have a real talk about our situation.
When we finally talked I begged him to please open up to me. Don’t be afraid to say what he’s feeling. I’ve poured my heart out to him about my father, can he please do the same with me? And he did. He sobbed and it was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to see. But he said that I’ve broken his heart and hurt him worse than anyone else has ever hurt him.
He said that he feels like our old relationship is dead, because the person he thought was his wife wasn’t real. That she was a lie. That all the memories we made together were tainted now. I could sense real pain and anger in his words. So I begged him, not for me but for him, to please, please get himself into therapy. I told him there’s no way we can ever work out if we’re not both in therapy.
I asked him point blank if he really wants to reconcile with me. Because there is nothing in the world I want more than to be with him, to earn his trust and his love again. And he said yes. He’s agonized over it but he can’t see a life without me in it. So I said again that if it’s going to work he HAS to be in therapy. And he agreed. He finally agreed to therapy.
We agreed that while we had both enjoyed our last few weeks that maybe we shouldn’t be sleeping together? It was with real regret that we decided this, but for now it seems like the right decision.
So my husband has started therapy. He says he likes the therapist. He’s seen her twice. I know he’s got a ton of issues from his childhood and the damage from my actions as well to work out. I am continuing my therapy of course. And I must say I have seen and big improvement I’m my relationships with other people. Particularly my sister who I used to blame for our poor relationship but I’ve realized that I was truly the spoiled brat she always told me I was. She is another person who I’ve been working on my relationship with.
I don’t have much else to type right now. Except that my husband and I do go on "dates" on Saturday or Sunday every week. Usually for walks in the park or something like that. Just so we can be around each other, which is nice. I do enjoy just being with him. And he’s started to hold my hand again when we’re together which I also think is very nice. It’s a beginning I guess.