Thanks to everyone who replied.
The person I fell in love with may not exist.
I only had one other girl I was in love with (a college GF).
My FWW bowled me over. I fell hard for her. I thought we had a good marriage, and were happy. I had 8 1/2 years of that. Then the A. Then the aftermath where everything was my fault.
(That last sentence was bullshit-very little of the marriage problems were my fault, 50% at most, and the A is 100% hers).
I know she is one person, and the one I fell in love with hurt me. I said the same thing to IC. But for some reason, it does not feel that way.
I don’t think I can love her like I used to. She was my number one. Now, my sons are number one. My sister is number two, I am number 3, and she is number 4. I don’t think I can push her up, I’ve tried, but my sons and sister never betrayed me.
I know D is open to me. I am not afraid to go there if necessary. But I am not ready to give up forever yet.
Also, I am working on R, but she is not. She is "let’s pick up from here and be happy." She will not go to IC, and will not talk about A. I understand why, but I think it is unhealthy for her. All the guilt she is carrying. I can’t fix her.
I think back to the way we were. We talked about anything. She is different, as noted by E8. And I am too. The guy who believed living as an honest person, and everything would work out is gone.
We have sex and some level of intimacy. I am open with her (even though this could be dangerous for me). She knows my fears, my insecurities, and how I have felt over the past 25 years. I have opened up to her about hurts, why I shut down, how I hope OM has died, and I hope it was long and painful for him. I have opened up about how I was bullied in High School, and the trama I endured when my best friends dad died in a plane crash. She knows the best and the worst about me. She knows my hopes for us.
I think I know mostly about her. But I don’t know for sure. Pre A, I thought I knew everything about her, (obviously I did not). I thought I was special to her. It’s that feeling I miss. I was special. It still hurts, and always will hurt, how I was replaced in her heart and her bed so quickly. EA started in spring of 98, and she was fucking him by June 98. The A was 6 months, and she thought she was in love. Then, even in my horrible pain, I agreed to try to work this out, and I was the asshole. He did this for her, he did that for her, she did not want to betray him, I called it fucking because I was minimizing what they had. Nothing different than any BS experienced.
Add to that, my poor choice to not discuss it with her after first year, to not throw in her face, and to not talk to anyone about the A. It became my shame, but it really wasn’t. I was so lonely. My friends that knew about A in the beginning were great for the first year. Then they stopped asking me how I was. I wanted to talk about how I was feeling, but they either assumed I was "over it", or were afraid to open a can of worms. My newer friends (post A friends), I never told them. So I could not get close to anyone-what would they think of me ? The guys would laugh behind my back, think I was inadequate. But I have found a few buddies-long term friends-who I have told about the A. These guys have hugged me, prayed with me, and told me I don’t have to be alone anymore. They said they wish they had known sooner.
Any additional advice is welcome!