Well, we can’t ever control anything anyone does anyway, may as well start working on your response — as your response is the only thing you have control over. That takes a lot of practice too.
You can ask for boundaries, and if they aren’t followed, you have your answer about whether the M can be what you need it to be.
I should have said "one of those guys who tries to control everything his wife does...
I've set some boundaries, and she's on board. I haven't said "I dont want you to socialize with your friends anymore," tho. To be fair, she asked if I'd be alright with her going to this lunch with her friends a couple of weeks ago whenp she was asked, and before she gave an answer. I said I was fine with it. It just triggered me seeing her with that bag and I started ruminating again and find myself suddenly not so fine with it. However, I already said I was cool with it, and told her I'd run her over there. When she realized I was triggered last night she did say "I don't dont have to go," and was ready to cancel if I really wanted her to. I just... I'd feel like a controlling asshole if I asked her not to go, and don't want her to start resenting or feeling trapped at home. Her not being able to drive is already a blow to her, and it really bothers her a lot. She has already curbed a lot of her social activities in lieu of staying home or doing things with me as it is.
She has to know trust has been obliterated and needs to be rebuilt, which takes HUNDREDS of consistent, kind, considerate actions over many months (maybe years). Which should mean, she should be extra aware of when she leaves the house to see how you are doing, at least early on.
She gets that, and doesn't get that. She knows trust has been obliterated, and says often that she wants to earn it back. Otoh, she gets a little frustrated sometimes when I point something out and says "I promised you I won't do anything like that ever again..."
"Yeah, well, you made the mother of all promises on our wedding day, too, and look how that turned out..." she ends up conceding and just says she's sorry.
You also have to give yourself some room.
You weren’t a paranoid person before, however, life really was out to get you. Thus, the whole "surviving" mode you’re in now.
Of course, you never worried about a girls lunch before, because your wife had a blank check with all the trust in the world.
Infidelity happens within the bounds of your relationship, that’s part of the emotional trauma.
You were in a competition you didn’t KNOW you were in. That kicks in your fight or flight mode, and that thing doesn’t turn itself off, until you feel SAFE. And that, once again, takes time, takes healing and if you’re working on the M, it takes all that aforementioned work by your WS.
Yeah, I need to give myself some room. I feel like I need to give her a little room, too. I've been beating this dead horse quite a bit over the last couple of months and she's been dealing with it really well. I just worry that one of these days I'm going to beat that horse too many times and it's going to start being counterproductive. I don't like being like this, constantly paranoid, waiting for the other shoe to drop, and reminding her of the damage this has caused.
I know we're still fairly early into this, but it has been a couple of months now, and every signal and sign she's putting out there is of remorse and a strong desire to prove to me that she's a safe partner again. She hasn't been resisting or battling me about any of the boundaries I've set, and she's not just tolerating it, she's really pretty badly wanting to make me feel safe and prove that she's trustworthy again. I know her whereabouts pretty much 24/7 now, and she hardly goes anywhere without me anymore anyways. I just dropped her off about 45 minutes ago and she's texted me about 5 or 6 times already just to reassure me she's thinking about me and that she's not doing anything she shouldn't be doing. I do appreciate that, but I gotta wonder, how much is too much as far as me wanting her to be under my nose all the time? Is there no such thing as "too much" in a situation like this? One minute I'm fine with whatever, then the next minute I'm an anxious mess.
I hate... hate what this has done to me. To us. It's times like this that I wonder if I'm ever really going to recover from this. But then she'll come home, close the blinds, take off all of her clothes, show a ton of contrition, thank me for "allowing" her to do her thing, and love bomb me. And goddamnit, that does generally tend to work... I'm just a roller coaster of emotions and a confused mess still. I still just can't believe it happened at all.
[This message edited by Pogre at 9:23 PM, Friday, June 20th]