So after many, many months in therapy, my therapist says I am the type of person that needs to understand and make sense of things in life. I still have so many questions around Music Man's sexual activities. Maybe someone reading this can give me insight. Question 1 - How is it that a guy … Continue reading Making sense of the stories
Regular days are strange now. It's like the monotony of life is back in full force, but my brain doesn't know how to process it anymore. How can there be any monotony given all I now know? Music Man won a prestigious award today. People are all over social media honoring him. I'm feeling pretty … Continue reading Regular Days
So I am still working on learning how to deal with triggers. I am going to start a PTSD therapy called EMDR later today. I want to get to a place, where my emotions are under control and then I want to make a definitive decision on my marriage. Right now I still get very … Continue reading Triggers and tears
So here we are, almost two years into discovery. This is a sore point for me because somewhere in the midst of all our trauma, Music Mans dickwad male therapist, told him that the average time it takes to get over this kind of betrayal is two years. Now, when I am triggered or get … Continue reading Two Years Later
It was almost a year into our recovery. A year of therapy, and exercises. A year of anger, and screaming and what a fucken year of tears. So many tears. Music Man had an amazing therapist and an equally amazing psychiatrist. His psychiatrist had been treating music man for anxiety when the sex addiction monster … Continue reading And Suddenly he’s dead!
So yeah, I felt real, genuine compassion for my philandering husband. I saw how difficult it was to dig deep into his soul and call up all the demons that had haunted him his entire life. He revealed things he has never told another person and that did take some courage. But I'm also human … Continue reading Fuck Compassion
Luckily, my 3 children were in a city a few hours away safe from the impending hurricane. Before I returned home, I called Music Man and told him what I had found. For the first time in our marriage, he didn't deny. He just said he was sorry. I returned home, spit in his face, … Continue reading Hurricane Music Man