As we approach Thanksgiving and my Facebook feed is flooded with daily thankful posts, I’ve been pausing frequently to get a good perspective of what I am thankful for in my life right now. When I stop to really think about it, I’m overwhelmed by all I have to be grateful for. Our beautiful, healthy baby girl, my supportive and loving family, a network of close friends, a comfortable home, a job I love, my health, and my husband who has worked tirelessly this past year and a half to regain my trust and rebuild our marriage. I feel like it should be fairly easy by now to focus on all of the positive things I have going on in my life and leave all the negativity in the past. But I’m realizing I may be asking too much of myself, too soon.
Last Saturday was what I simply call a “sad day.” Nothing in particular triggered it, I just developed a heavy, depressed feeling that seemed to weigh me down as the day progressed. My mind easily drifted to memories surrounding D-day and various scenarios that happened during Max’s affair. I couldn’t seem to regain control over my wandering thoughts as I’m usually able to do on a normal day. Everything began to remind me of the affair, from a song on the radio (I’m Not The Only One by Sam Smith, to be exact) to the name of a cupcake flavor at a shop we stopped at (Cheating with Chocolate.) I let myself wallow in the deep sense of sadness that had welled up in me. I let the soundtrack of tired questions play freely in my mind: “How did my husband ever allow himself to have an affair?”, “If he really loved me, why did he betray me?”, “Will I ever be free from the painful memories?”, “Do I honestly trust him now?” We were out running errands with the baby and by mid-afternoon I was crying along with her in the backseat of the car. It felt so incredibly good to cry. I hadn’t really allowed myself to in a long time. Max was driving and he realized I was crying and reached back to grab my hand. I could tell he felt helpless and concerned. I told I was having a rough day, thinking too much about the affair. He let me know that earlier in the week he’d had a moment when he was struck by just how much he loved me and couldn’t believe how stupid he had been when he almost lost me. It felt good to hear that. We haven’t spent much time talking about the affair in the past few months. I haven’t felt much of a need to until fairly recently.
Our life has been so consumed with the new realities of parenthood, that the past is feeling increasingly foreign. I’m starting to have a difficult time determining how much thought and energy needs to be put into things relating to the affair. Most days I feel like we are in a very good place. We’re communicating openly, showing our love for each other on a daily basis (though having a baby now does make it difficult to find time to be intimate!), and focusing on keeping our relationship strong by making time for date nights, even if it’s just a glass of wine and Netflix movie at home. Most days I feel like I have forgiven Max. Most days I am very happy with our “new” life. I adore being a mother, and seeing Max as a father melts my heart every day. But I’m finding that being somewhat isolated at home with the baby (I only work in the afternoons) seems to allow more time for thoughts of the affair to creep into my day. Do I just push all those thoughts away entirely? I’m afraid of transitioning into a place where we just act like it didn’t happen. I don’t want to diminish the life-changing events of 18 months ago. But I also don’t want to keep bringing up the same memories and questions…I feel like they have all been addressed. What do I gain from thinking about it now? How do I leave the affair in the past, but still acknowledge that it is a part of our past? These are the questions I’m struggling with. I’m realizing it would do me good to organize these thoughts and really talk with Max about it, instead of just mentioning things to him here and there. One thing he has made clear to me in these past months is that my happiness is his priority. It may be hard to discuss this ugly blemish in our marriage now, but I know he will do anything to help me clear these hurdles in recovery. I just hope I can figure out exactly what it is I need right now to keep moving forward and make these “sad days” a thing of the past.