It was eight years ago today that I awakened to my H, with his car packed, waiting to tell me he was “unhappy in our marriage” & that he was moving out. At my insistence, after a few minutes, he also told me he had been “seeing” someone else & would be living with her.
I don’t need to describe the effects of BD on any of you here; we tend to suffer in pretty much identical fashion. But M’s can vary. We had been M’ed very near 39 years at that point, high school sweethearts, neither of us had ever been unfaithful, we had weathered some bumps, but we had entered the empty nest phase with no money issues, no sex issues, no lack of attention issues.
But he had some sort of issue—he was so “unhappy in our M”, although he had never expressed this before & couldn’t articulate at this moment, or later, what this actually meant. He threw out a couple of feeble, nonsensical “reasons”, but didn’t monster & told me I was “a fine person”.
But, the main point here is eight years down the line: life moves along with or without your participation. I was old enough & wise enough to know I had to take care of myself even as I battled what I still call a “nervous breakdown”. For two years I balanced two opposite concepts in my mind & in my actions—my H would be coming home & my H is not coming home. I had sincere hope in the former, yet I knew I did not want to wake up years later having wasted my time waiting for something that I knew deep down was unlikely to happen.
I participated in my life, made the decisions I needed to make, & am very grateful for the life I now have. This is not a better life than I would have had with my H; how could I ever know that? This didn’t all happen for some reason (I don’t believe in a God that manipulates what happens in our lives for some grand scheme). I have “moved on”--it would be nearly unbearable to remain in the physical, mental, & emotional turmoil of post-BD. But I am not “over it”, nor will I ever be. Though some encouraged me with that notion, I knew that would never be the case.
I think of my H daily; I love him still though I have come to admit more completely his flaws. He is a vanisher; we interact rarely & in minimal fashion. I cannot fathom being casual “friends” while he is M’ed to the woman who helped him destroy our family. I can almost forgive him & understand, given his flaws, how he fell deeply into MLC—a tunnel so deep & twisted I doubt he will ever emerge. The alienator, though, I will never forgive. I have no understanding of her flaws, her motives, her excuses, & I do not wish to understand.
Though I nearly drove myself crazy trying to find the answers, trying to puzzle it out, thinking I could fix it if I only could understand, I came to accept that that was impossible. There is no answer; there is no solution to the puzzle; there is no fixing.
Bad things happen to us all; if we are lucky many more good things happen along the way. Life is not fair. One of those bad, unfair things may be that our spouse falls into a MLC. The one we love may find his love for us distorted by depression & delusions & an addiction to an amoral alienator. Such is life. I’ll take my joy where I can find it & I do find it. We must!
Detach and Survive: A Book of Self-Care for the Wives of Midlife Crisis Men
The Journey from Abandonment to Healing, Susan Anderson
Healing the Shame that Binds You, John Bradshaw
The Addictive Personality, Craig Nakken
https://www.midlifecrisismarriageadvocate.com/chapter-contents.htmlM'ed 41 years
BD-Jan 2013
Legally separated Feb 2013
D'ed without my consent July 2015
H M'ed OW Sept 2015