Two, maybe three months ago I was going through a little resurgence of emotion surrounding my MLCer & the loss of my former life, over seven years now post-BD. The MLCer regularly turned up in my dreams & I shed a tear or two here & there.
The last month or so though, I feel more removed from it all. It is a part of my life that is receding further & further in the rearview mirror. I do still think of my H every single day & review various memories of that past life. Some are pleasant; on the whole I would judge our M to have been quite good until MLC hit. But in contrast to the immediate BD period, when I think I idealized many of my H’s qualities, I now more often think of the times he disappointed me with his self-centeredness & his over-prioritizing his needs over the needs of our family.
When I logged on to HS today, I went to my profile to update H’s age by a year & came to the My Status buttons. Even after the D, even after his M to the OW, even when I started a new R, I kept the “I Don’t Know” button clicked. Today I hit the “Done” button. It’s not that yesterday I wasn’t “Done” & today I am. Although I held out great hopes for the recovery of my M, I knew it was “Done” when he demanded the D & M’ed the OW. I knew I was at a new level of “Done” when I entered a fairly committed new R, which is now four years along.
As we all know by now, Recovery lurches along day by day, a little forward, a little back, sometimes a lot back & sometimes a leap forward. No such leaps or lurches here, just a growing acceptance that any R I had with my H is dead. He is a vanisher, but as long as he is with the OW, I will not reach out in friendliness nor respond to any effort for “friendliness” on his part. We very rarely have some tidbit of business to take care of in a straightforward fashion, but even those occasions are waning.
If he ever separates from the OW, which I have no reason to believe he will, I would want us to try to be friends. I hate more than anything that our family is awkwardly & painfully shattered. I would welcome an opportunity to attempt a bridge over that divide.
Some would advise I ignore the OW & attempt some healing of my family despite her. But she is my albatross. I am unable (unwilling?) to give her existence any acknowledgement. And my H, because of his association with her, is also tainted. He only exists now as an emblem of pain & betrayal. Fortunately, as time flows along, that pain no longer hits me in the gut, constricts my heart in my chest, or sends my brain into flights of obsessive thoughts. It is the pain of a scar which no longer hurts, except when the weather changes & I have to acknowledge the existence of my H in this world M’ed to another woman.
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