Gonna write a little more... It helps. It feels therapeutic.
Even though I can't be sure of all this. It's just what I feel. But I can't see in my H's head, nor in my in-laws heads.
Still, it feels good to get this out of my system. It's like through writing pieces of the puzzle fall into place and I get a little bit of a release; things are getting processed in this way.
So, lol, if anyone reads through all of this, bravo, haha. I know it's a whole lot!
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When I re-read what I wrote in my previous post, I started to understand how essential it feels to my H to get that kind of validation he misses from his parents.
There was a moment, not long before the affair started, that my H did express this after he went to have a therapy session. His longing for true validation, and that he couldn't get it from me. He didn't really blame me, but there was an expectation that I should be able to give him more. We had a discussion about it.
But I felt like he was expecting something of me that I truly couldn't give him. Whatever I did, it wasn't enough.
I'm not someone who constantly validates and compliments people. I'm quite selective with the words "I love you" because when I say it, I want to really mean it. And I feel that if it becomes a habit of saying it, it just becomes words... a habit. You stop feeling it. You're so used to hearing it that it doesn't hold the same energy anymore. But I always say it back when my H said it. And then it sometimes feels so icky because he said it constantly but without feeling, without the emotion, and so when I said it back it often felt like... I needed to to prevent him from feeling rejected. But it's hard to put feelings to a habit like that. It goes by so fast also... I'm sure he didn't even register the meaning of the words anymore because it became a habit.
I tried to explain that to my H. I value those words. But he says it constantly, and he even kept on saying it when he was already in the affair.
I mean, what does it mean? Because, at BD, I got the words: ILYBINILWY. And in the week after, when he came to collect some things at the house, I asked him again: do you still love me? And the message changed to: no. So... "I love you" even though he added "but I'm not in love with you" at first, didn't mean anything anymore.
And later, in Monstering, it became: "I don't feel anything for you anymore. Nothing!!!"
I don't play with words that way.
I make sure people can FEEL my love, rather than using words all the time, because words are — in my opinion — quite easy. You can say it but don't mean it.
He didn't understand when we had that conversation. He said that he needed me to say it all the time. That I needed to say how proud I was of him and he wanted me to validate him more with words. And I felt like I was suffocating. Like, he was just expecting me to be his mother, I guess. A validation that runs so deep, that only a mother could give that to her baby. The ultimate validation. I don't think he really realized what he actually wanted, and that words would never be enough, even if I would seriously step up my game.
But I can't.
I'm a grown woman with my own identity, my own life, my own feelings. I'm not a mother even. I don't have children. I have dogs and cats and chickens, and I love them dearly. I might show something to my animals that my H wants for himself from me, too.
But my H is a grown man. With his own identity, his own life, his own feelings. He needs to be his own person, foremost. I cannot give him that co-dependency. My animals are dependent on me. But my H needs to be his own person. And I can love him as a wife and as his best friend, but I cannot "mother" him like I mother my fur and feathered babies, like I would mother my children, if I had any.
It felt so very suffocating to me, what he was trying to get from me during that conversation. I felt something shifted that day. Deep down, I knew something happened to us in that moment. I think he probably made a decision more consciously then to detach from me. I think, after that conversation, he opened himself up to other women. I think he was then ready to find it elsewhere and that he wasn't to hold back anymore.
He had several EAs during the course of our marriage, but I know he held back. He never crossed the ultimate line. He always worked his way back to me. He understood very well that he was playing with fire and kept himself in check. But this time... it was different. He was done.
But I still gave him the benefit of the doubt. I just thought he was truly struggling. He needed to sort himself out and I trusted that this time, he would also work his way back to me. But he didn't. He already left the marriage emotionally. The months after that conversation just went from bad to horrible. That was about 6 months before BD, I believe, somewhere in April 2023. The affair started as an EA, I now know, in May 2023, and by September, it became a PA. BD was on October 7.
Sometimes, when I have my darkest moments, it's hard not to think it's me. "If only I'd given him the validation he needed..."
But I know it's not true. No one can give him that validation. I like to see the AP trying, but she will fail, too. It's just a matter of time.
And he knows it. He stated it several times, during that conversation ("I know I need to validate myself more and that I can't expect it from you/others"), and after BD, and in his e-mails about his therapy process. His therapist is working with him on this matter, he said several times.
Yet... he just continues with the AP and continues to blame me for the "failed marriage," in which I had no say at all.
It's so twisted, this MLC, and everything that comes with it.
I can't have a man child as a husband. I'm done. It's so disrespectful toward who I am as a person. It's so emotionally immature.
I'm truly a very loving and warm person. People around me have no issue recognizing my love. I have plenty. I have so much love to give, that I'm still Standing! I mean, who does that after all this and everything that is yet to come with all his craziness? Lol.
It's not a lack of self-respect. It's love. Agape.
But I don't do "you need to love me this way." That's his broken way of not being able to receive my love.
He misses out on so much. I truly hope he will be able to heal, become whole, and open his heart to receiving, probably for the first time in his life.
And I can only hope he'll be open to receiving my love one day. But there's no guarantee. Sometimes, people are just too deep into avoiding that primal pain of missing out on a mother's genuine love, that they might never come to that place. Sometimes, life is just too short. Or the self-destruction is just too strong.
I need to let go. Let him have his process, his crisis, his life, his pain, his ... whatever it is. Plenty of people are willing and able to receive my love. That's my focus now. And loving myself, of course.
And I pray for him. Maybe some of that love will radiate on him through my prayers, who knows. God knows, and I trust God.