I am not at all being negative or pessimistic, but I am not sure where this concept that "MLCers will simply wake up" started and what supports this. I completely understand that initially almost all of us have this hope. Everything is so unreal that we can not believe this is real, that this is what the new truth of our loved ones is. So we construct a "transient" idea to what is happening. Kind of like an illness that will pass, a cold as if it were. But it's nothing like that. This is a major major crises, in a lot of ways a death or collapse of a certain version of our loved ones.
THIS THIS a thousand times THIS. And it's not pessimism, it's realism. It takes strong people to go deep and face the sometimes harsh truths of this stuff. And we are those people. You don't take on standing, or at the very least, trying to grasp a deeper understanding of what is happening to your spouse through research and fellowship, because you are a weak person. It's the road less traveled. We all have grace, intelligence, and the ability to forge through this grief.
My BD was in 2011, with crazy years leading up to it. If anyone was going to come through this, it would be my H, I thought. We were each others' lifelong best friends. We were progressive, self-actualizing, personal development junkies. He also had a team in a therapist, a psychiatrist, and MD who were trying to guide him in the early stages. How could he not at some point
wake up from this nightmare? How could he, who had been the outlier, end up like the rest of his family who had seemingly lost the plot at some point?
But here we are. Almost 13 years, and he's still riding the crazy train. Married to the OW for a long time, but the affair itself started years before BD, so the math puts their relationship longer than our actual marriage was. I'd be better off trying to find a golden ticket in a chocolate bar than to believe some "real xH" is floating around in his skin, waiting to pop back out and return us to the love of our youth. And thankfully, I stopped riding that bus a long time ago. It's given me my SELF back. That's really the biggest thing all of us have to lose in this.
But when I was at the beginning of this, him coming back and working this through was the only option I could see as possible. As I healed from this experience, I returned to a place where I saw life was always a series of tributaries we could take. Choices may not be infinite at all times, but they're never so polarized. Not for us. Not for the MLCers, either. Whether in their right minds or not, there are always many roads on the map of life, and what we've seen as more people have come here through the years is that both LBS and MLCer tend to explore those without standing in one place indefinitely. It almost sounds like judgment that an LBS might decide to consider something other than the condition of their spouse coming back, just as much as I remember feeling judged for initially standing by those around me. But we are all just doing what makes us feel better after being in such a low spot, no matter what side of the spectrum of standing we're on.
I think the "MLCers will simply wake up" is easy to say when you're one of the few who had one who did. In fairness, no one has ever made us any guarantees on this. Not this site, not any other site. The writings of these LBSs have soothed me many times in the early days when I was on the ledge of despair, and that has value. And I don't think it's a lie (for them) because they are telling the story as it unfolded from their experience. But as we are seeing more and more, "reconnection" can sometimes mean friendship (toomanytears' situation comes to mind) and an MLCer doing the work doesn't always pave a clear path back to full marital reconciliation (barbiedoll's situation comes to mind). So broadening our idea of "waking up" should conjure the question of what we could live with if it doesn't mean a restored marriage. COULD you be friends with your MLCer? What would that look like? Is that a soothing thought or does it spark fear of rejection, fear of wasting time, or being wrong? Do we just want to be right? What would letting go of an outcome altogether look like? From that place, could you make more decisions, see more tributaries, feel like yourself again? Would that return be perhaps even better than any other? Just throwing those out there.