Hello again,
It’s almost been three weeks, and it feels like we’re back at D-Day. The emotions are still raw. I’m struggling to focus at work and have cancelled all plans that don’t involve my BS.
What I’m struggling with:
* Watching my BS break down.
* How I crushed BS’s confidence and comfort
* Not knowing what the future holds for us.
* Facing the reality that I’ve damaged the only things I love
* Seeing how I’ve perpetuated some of the same pain that shaped my own childhood.
My BS keeps asking how and why I did this. I’m giving the most honest answers I can right now, but I know they don’t make sense to her, and she doesn’t accept them. I’m in individual counseling to find deeper answers, but for now, this is what I know:
I was struggling with major life changes. My self-image and confidence were low. I isolated myself and stopped communicating with my BS about the things that were bothering me. My life didn’t feel like my own. I was living with mental issues that I refused to address and became skilled at masking. I self medicated and that put me in situations that were not helpful.
On the day of my infidelity, I was riding a high—both literally and emotionally. I chased empty confidence boosts like drugs or alcohol because I liked the temporary feeling. When I left the bar that night, I said goodbye to everyone, and the OP was hanging by the door - the last person I said bye to, which was weird because we didn’t talk more than a few sentences the whole night, but she was staring at me and I was reciprocating. I told OP I was leaving, she was heading out at the same time as me and offered to join me.
We walked to the parking lot, and when she pressed up against me, I didn’t stop. In that moment, I refused to think about my BS, my marriage, or my future. All I thought was, "This is what I want right now." It boosted my confidence in the immediate, but it was an empty, meaningless act filling a void. I hate myself for not looking beyond it. I did it because I wanted to. It felt like an escape from my reality similar to the drugs and alcohol. They weren’t the excuse, just trying to frame my mindset.
Reality hit immediately afterward, and the regret was immense. I don’t fully understand why my morals failed me that night or why I didn’t think of my BS. I keep replaying my actions over and over. I can only imagine it is tenfold for the BP.
I’m in counseling now to uncover why and how I could commit such a betrayal, so I can provide better answers and to become healthier. I don’t want to be this person anymore. For too long, I’ve hidden my mental health struggles, and I know that has shaped me and influenced my choices—not as an excuse, but as a factor I need to confront and change. And for too long, I refused to open up to my partner and lean on them in my time of need. Instead I compartmentalized and made selfish decision after selfish decision.
This is where I’m at. It helps me to write it. Thanks for listening.
[This message edited by Username1986 at 1:40 PM, Wednesday, October 1st]