Small update… we are recently back after a much-needed vacation. We did a bit of stargazing, W had a massage, we took some scenic drives, only did minimal hiking because it was still quite warm (and admittedly, I need to regain the good diet and exercise habits that I have let slip). In many ways, it felt like a trip we might have taken 5 years or so into our relationship. I found myself thinking (only a little, not in a perseverating way) about the “weekend getaway” more than 2 ½ years ago, that I thought was a chance to reconnect after life and work had put some distance between us… but which actually turned out to be BD1. Then, I thought of a trip we took after she ended her EA but was still in escape and avoid mode, shortly before she decided to move out of our home. Finally, I thought about the couple of vacations we have taken since she recommitted to our marriage. And what I find interesting (though I suppose not surprising) is how gradual the process of rebuilding trust is… and yet, it keeps rebuilding. Each time, the anxiety I felt around BD fades a bit more, and each time, I feel a little closer to her and a little more sure of us. At the same time, I don’t feel at all like we are backsliding into the unhealthy patterns of codependency. At least, I don’t feel any of that unhealthy attachment from myself. I guess I can’t be completely sure of what is in her mind and heart. But I will say that there are words of love and appreciation, and more importantly, they are backed up by actions. Life isn’t perfect - we have the same stresses as a lot of people out there. But it feels like we’re a team again, and I honestly wasn’t sure I would be able to get there. It’s not the same relationship it was before BD, of course, and we all know that it never is. But it’s a good one, and it’s one that enhances my life without defining my life.
One thing that has truly brought me joy is the reconnection with a person who has been my best friend since high school. We were so alike, we were practically the same person in many ways, and we were incredibly close and shared everything in high school and the early part of college. We went to different universities, but stayed in very close contact despite that. As we were nearing the end of our college years and choosing career paths, we went in different directions and I guess life just started getting in the way. We stopped calling, didn’t know each other’s college friends… she got married and I embarked on a very time-consuming career path. We lost touch for close to 10 years, and then I happened to be thinking of her and I found her email. I took a chance and reached out, not sure how it might be received. I felt responsible for the distance between us because my training made me so unavailable in the prior years. But she was glad to hear from me, and we have been back in touch ever since - more than 15 years now. It was mostly small talk, catching up and a few anecdotes from our lives, and almost always via email. Then, a few texts happened now and then, and an occasional phone call. We live in different parts of the country and almost never see each other in person, which I regret and still want to change. But… over these past few years, I confided in her, first about W and then more generally about my own codependency and efforts to improve my own well-being. Then, I confided in her about things with A - the friendship and the struggles. And in these past couple of years, we are as close as we were in our late teen years. We actually talk to each other about the meaningful things in our minds and hearts. We talk about family dynamics and relationship struggles, and about the good things too. We talk about our paths toward better understanding of ourselves and our relationships. Even when we were distant, I always considered her friendship the most meaningful of my life… but now, it feels like we both truly embrace the intimacy of a true friendship in a way that we certainly didn’t fully understand as teenagers.
I truly believe that rebuilding and gaining a new appreciation for real friendship is something that would have happened regardless of the outcome of W’s crisis - it is the result of the work I have done to rebuild my own life in the wake of the crisis that led to this new friendship. That’s one of the things that resonates with me when reading stories in this community. Even though a spouse or partner’s MLC is what brings us here, it is probably the least important thing about our stories in the long run. Our stories are about our own paths toward healing and joy and purpose… and though the crisis may be a catalyst for the beginning of those journeys, everything that happens after BD is up to us.
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