There has been much debate over the past week about other people’s comments and opinions on other people’s lives. It sparked my intro before my blog this week which you can read here ,I am a member of many groups on FaceBook and I also seem to have got myself involved with a fabulous group of people on twitter (who would have thought it!)
That type of community was not available to me when our ‘War’ broke out and in some ways I am sad: because I really could have done with someone telling me that I could do it, that I could stay, that we would survive, that other people had experienced the madness that I was feeling: a feeling that really is like no other.
But in other ways I am glad because I have come to note that some people bring their pain to the party and inflict it on everyone else: if they are in pain then so should everyone else be, if they chose to leave their partner then so should everyone else; if their partner left and never returned then everyone’s partner was a cheater (you know how I love that word! Labels!) Once a cheater always a cheater – Oh shut the fuck up!! You are talking out of your arse!
Now I know that so many of these people are in immense pain, God knows we all know. But if you want to give your relationship a go (I am not going to say survive you only have to read my story to know that even at over eighteen months in I was still struggling and there were no guarantees) that kind of witch hunt anger is not going to help at all. If I had been subject to that at the beginning I am not sure that I would be here now, although I am sure that I would have probably told people to shut the fuck up even then!
But let us also consider that some of these people are not who they say they are: they have never had a broken heart, they do not have a broken heart, they are making up stories to be part of a group so that they can gleefully go in read others pain and feed off it: then they can join in the witch hunt and convince people that they should never even try. Trolls are everywhere on the internet, just consider that sometimes! There are really good people out there so I would urge you to stop and think if the person is constantly being negative.
No I don’t have a broken heart anymore but I am sharing my story, our story, to help others; and interacting with people enables me to see the things that affect them the most.
I have many people contact me direct for advice and to ask my opinion. I can never tell you what to do because to quote Jack from ‘I am Jack’s broken heart’ I will never know the whole story; so I can only tell you what I learnt and what I did with regard to some of the things I am asked:
Should I contact the other woman.
The person who Rich left me for was clearly a low level narc (I know it sounds like cliche); but ‘she’ was the type of person who was never happy and hated to see other people happy. The kind of woman who loved to think that every man in the room wanted her (fuck knows why) and ‘she’ would flirt with all men. ‘She’ hoovered up information like Rich saying he thought I had an affair (I didn’t) and then she used it to her advantage. ‘She’ liked to cause conflict; left her children behind when ‘she’ ‘ran off’ with Rich and didn’t give them a second thought. So when the shit hit the fan my stubborness, or pride, meant that I looked down on ‘her’; and I was fucked if I was going to lower myself to ‘her’ level. Yes I ended up smacking ‘her’ the fight but only after she attacked me; and even though I wanted to kill her that day I stopped because I realised that is exactly what ‘she’ wanted: the drama, to suck me in and to then hoover up my pain and fall from grace to ‘her’ level. I rose above it because I knew that to find me and keep me I had to. And trust me finding me, and keeping me was paramount to our survival. To quote George Benson from ‘The Greatest love of all’: No matter what they take from me they can’t take away my dignity.’
I hope by telling you this it may help you make decisions with regard to interactions: decisions only you can make.
As part of me not being prepared to be beaten I knew that if I went down the path of bitterness then I was lost: and ‘she’ would have beaten me anyway. It all tied in with the stubborn cow I am that I was NOT going to let that happen. So I listened and I learnt and I fought tooth and nail and I used imagery and I am where I am today. the enemy
People ask me how I learnt to trust Rich again: you would probably need to read all of our story but it took time, lots of time. I stopped constantly looking backwards to what he had done that would mean I couldn’t trust him to what he was doing that meant that I could. That took time and a lot of hard work on Rich’s part. But if you constantly look to the past then that will forge your future.
Only today someone asked how their husband could still be with their affair partener, sexting them, whilst contactint them for reconciliation: because often they don’t know their arse from their heads! Rich could not understand why he had done what he had done ‘lost the best thing that had ever happened to him’. But when I did not answer his initial text that he sent to me approaching reconciliation he had sex with ‘her’ that night! That blew my mind when I found that out: how could he? Because he didn’t think he could get me back and he didn’t want be left with nothing. (yep selfish I know – that was then not now). When he told me he ‘felt sorry for her’ and ‘felt guilty towards her’ I could have punched him, in fact I think I might have! But now I understand that they are so insane with what they have done then they feel guilt for everyone: feel like everything is their fault and only they made the mess. (I learnt that’s not true, so many people would have contributed towards that mess!)
I saw the positives: I have included enough lists that I wrote to Rich in the short time that I have been writing this blog.Small things: Rich’s List August 2007
I realised that it was not all about me.com which was a massive thing considering how I had felt after our first visit to the counsellor. first visit to the counsellor
I listened. Rich listened and I did not take one ounce of shit. If I thought he was lying I told him, if I was unhappy with something I told him: it was all about finding me, because without me I was lost: I was not sure that our relationship would survive and I had to be stronger to walk away, as well as stay: it was a survival tactic at the beginning; But then as I found me again I was no longer afraid: afraid that Rich may do it to me again because I knew that now I had myself and no matter what happened I would be okay; knowing that enabled me to stay.
But: Throughout what I have shared so far Rich has put the work in: he was not just sorry he was contrite; if he had not been I would not have stayed.
Yes he was defensive at times but he had to face all his fears to keep me, and trust me it wasn’t easy. As I have said he hung on like a limpet; he talked about it; he stopped burying his head in the sand because he knew that was the only way to keep me: because I told him. He had a choice and he stepped up to the plate and took it: The things that made me stay – a story from our story
Let us not forget that Rich agreed to me sharing our story and using our names so that we could help people and we could encourage some people not to be ashamed. That took real courage on Rich’s part, although apart from when I shared excerpts from the twenty one days were apart most people have shown Rich nothing but respect.
There is just one other thing: This is a post about my husband: ir is what I learnt to understand and it never got a lot of likes or views: is that because it is too difficult to read? If you want to know how we survived I can only tell you what we did and you can apply it to yourself or not: Here today this is what I know where we are concerned and I used the information as part of our survival: A story of a man
Now having read social media even today according to some out there it appears that my marriage is a unicorn – see they do exist, there it is prancing round my garden as we speak!
A song I live my life by:
People need someone to look up to
I never found anyone who fulfill my needs
A lonely place to be
And so I learned to depend on me
Never to walk in anyone’s shadows
If I fail, if I succeed
At least I’ll live as I believe
No matter what they take from me
They can’t take away my dignity
Love of all is happening to me
I found the greatest
Love of all inside of me
The greatest love of all
Is easy to achieve
Learning to love yourself
It is the greatest love of all