Can you believe this???
For almost a year he texted, phoned and met up in various locations for dirty sex with a single mum with two teenage children. The first shag was Thursday 8th September and the twelfth shag was on Tuesday 19th June (in time for Pig Shit’s 50th birthday on the 21st June). During this time, he says his major worry was how I would react were I to find out. So, keeping the whole sordid and squalid relationship a secret was his way of not hurting me. Go figure! This is twisted thinking and doesn’t go anywhere near the core of the pain I experienced BEFORE I found out about Pig Shit’s skanky involvement in my marriage.
It is clear that he was delusional to think that a) not knowing wouldn’t hurt me; and b) his dishonesty and deceit would not manifest itself within our relationship.
The Pig Shit year was a YEAR of pain for me. The pain of SUSPICION. It HURT like hell. It was like a silent creeping cancer that affected EVERYTHING! Everything. During that year I experienced fear, anxiety and an enormous drain on my pride and self confidence. I sensed the invisible boundary that he had set up but I could only guess as to why. I constantly had this sinking feeling that something bad was happening and on reflection I guess that in a sense I knew without knowing.
Communication was awful during this entire year. We were OK if doing habitual stuff and in auto-pilot, even going on holiday together, but anything else created a discomfort that I couldn’t put my finger on. I recognise now that this was because he was scared of having a ‘risky conversation’, a conversation which might alight upon some factor of his adultery that I would pick up on. Equally, I became trapped in a self-inflicted silence. I could not speak about this to anyone and so an uncharacteristic isolation entered my world.
Looking back I can now see that what I experienced as events between us were in fact symptoms of the real problem – adultery.
The finding out about it has given me back my sanity. Good job really as I need heaps of it if I’m to continue to work on repairing our relationship.
I am reminded of a study by Martin Seligman who at the time was working on his theory of learned helplessness. I think it has elements that connect to how I was made to feel during the Pig Shit Year. Seligman’s work involved rather unpleasant experiments with dogs. The one I’m thinking of is where he yokes two dogs together, (so think of me yoked to my husband). One pair of dogs who were harnessed together both received electric shocks, however one dog (Dog A) was able to stop the shock by pressing a lever. The other dog (Dog B) had a lever but it didn’t work. I think you’ll know which dog I’m identifying with! When the experiment stopped, Dog A recovered quickly, whereas Dog B who had ‘learned that the shock was ‘inescapable’ learned to be helpless, and exhibited symptoms similar to chronic clinical depression! It wasn’t the awful experience per se (both dogs were subjected to the misery) it was the seemingly randomness and lack of control that had this devastating effect on the poor dog.
So, husband, you may say that you never wanted to hurt me but the truth is that the moment you made the decision to do something wretched and unkind, which you knew I would not approve of, and you chose to take any control away from me, you started to hurt me. Equally, if the dog experiment holds any clues for the rebuilding of our marriage, it means that recovery for you is far quicker than recovery for me.
So the bottom line to EVERYONE is – there is no way on earth that you can avoid hurting your spouse by committing adultery. For one night, one year, one decade! Even if the truth NEVER EVER comes out! If you think otherwise you are delusional!
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