As far as I'm concerned EAs are deep friendships and the sad fact is that my H never had one, except possibly with me but I am not totally sure, until he met OW. I have had lots of EAs, even with men, but none of them ever threatened my M. I am not uncomfortable with my H having people, even women, to whom he goes for support and advice, even if he discloses intimate details about our life. It is only when that R crosses into actual intimacy and betrayal that it matters to me. And I could even forgive a PA (not hundreds of them, but one, maybe two, I don't know where the line is)--and, I did, early in our marriage, as long as there was no EA involved, it's the two together that make it hard.
But, the real kicker for me is not even the two together, it was having both and making it public. Because that made it a betrayal to our kids--our family--and all the people who cared about us. That's the part that I can't understand or forgive. When he needed to insert her into my life, my kids, my town, my friends, my everything--that was the part I am not sure I can ever forgive. That was the part that made everything that was "us" somehow meaningless. That he can so easily insert B where A used to be and not feel any sadness, shame, remorse, or worry for what our kids would think or feel--that was the ultimate betrayal.
A friend was telling me a story of an amazing wedding sermon where the highlight was when the pastor told the couple, and I am paraphrasing, obviously, but he said:
Everyone asks me what love is, and I'll show you, but first I want you to know that what you have here is not love, you have a certain amount of affection, respect, blah blah, and a fair amount of lust and infatuation, and you are willing to make a promise--that is the first step in love. But if you want to know what love is, I want you to turn around. (So they did, they turned around and faced the crowd of over 1000 people.) That is love. Love is the people who support you and your marriage, and your family, through the sweet times, like today, and the really hard times, because there will be those, and one day you will know love because you will sit out there and see people like you that you have nurtured continue to grow that love for another generation--that's love.
And that's what my H threw away. When my friend told me that story, it finally put into words what I felt but could never explain--that love is longevity of commitment, the end, not the beginning, the fruit, not the seed. It's only love if it stands the test of time, not if you can so easily abandon it when the going gets tough. But, that's just me...
The best thing about banging your head against the wall for so long is that it feels so good when you finally stop...
BD 1/16/10
D Final 7/21/11
exH married OW the next week and moved across the country to be with her...
LL CHOSE to live happily ever after...