I'm feeling deeply lonely because I'm having all these feelings of pain and fear and anxiety, and the person with whom I had the deepest connection in my life is gone. I feel like he's suddenly dead. And in his place, in my bed, in my life is this other person who I'm not sure I know or can trust. He looks and seems like the man who was here before, but he has a whole different, scary aspect to him that the other man didn't. He's lied and hurt me and I don't know how to know he won't do it again. I don't know the person who did this to me, because the person I knew before would never have done that. And this person has brought me this whole unwelcome history that I now have to carry with me for the rest of my life. A history that makes me sick and nauseous every time I think of it. I'm angry because I don't know if I'll ever be able to have a healthy relationship again. I'm afraid I'll never have deep trust or deep connection with another man, because if this relationship that seemed so true and so real and was built slowly over 2 decades has turned out this way, how can I ever hope to have anything good. I don't have another 20 years to fall in love and create a love and a life with someone else. But I don't understand how to expect or want anything else. Tonight I feel lonely and full of despair. It seems like my best chance at happiness is to learn to trust this man, because somewhere in there may really be the man I used to know. But I'm really afraid it may not be possible. I'm afraid there will always be something between us that prevents the deep connection I felt before. But, as I've said in earlier posts, perhaps all that was an illusion anyway, because I don't know if he felt that connected. Actually, I'm pretty sure he felt more connected to me than anyone else in his life. So he probably felt as connected to me as he possibly could given his conscious and unconscious beliefs about himself and the world.
I think I've been drinking too much. But sometimes it hurts so much I just want to stop the pain a bit. Today I had a couple shots of coffee flavored vodka and a glass of red wine. Last night, only a glass of wine. The night before about 3 shots of vodka. But the days before that probably not much, since we didn't have anything in the house. I've stopped buying scotch as that was definitely going too fast. The last thing I want to do to myself and my son is turn into an alcoholic.
Thank god we moved up couples therapy to tomorrow night. I'm freaking out a bit I think. Can't focus at work either, and the cracks are beginning to show there. I need some relief.
The Beginning of Something Else
On June 1, 2007 I found out my husband and partner of almost two decades had been unfaithful to me since before our marriage, and had been having intercourse with prostitutes for 3 1/2 years. This is what happened next.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Feeling deeply lonely
Labels:
affair,
betrayal,
disorientation,
grief,
healing,
how to live with a sex addict,
infidelity,
loss,
marriage,
monogamy,
partner of a sex addict,
relationships,
sex addict,
sex addiction
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
3 comments:
I know what you mean about drinking. I'm not, nor ever was, a big drinker - but....have discovered Mojitos! WOW - it kinda feels good to be a little numb right now, but as you said - not for the kids. That's a vortex not to be caught up in. Keep exercising! Keep breathing! One minute at a time -
One of the benefits of exercise over drinking is that I find I can get out a lot of emotion, usually in the form of crying, when I'm exercising. The alcohol prevents feelings, and the exercise seems to help me express (and have the chance to work through and get rid of) them.
Wow, it's kind of strange to read about your experiences, because so much of it is like reading about my own life.
I felt that way too -- like my husband disappeared and I was living with this man (a monster?) I didn't even know. And I was scared I could never love or trust anyone else -- that I wouldn't even be able to know what was real, who was real, in my life ever again...
Post a Comment