Infidelity Support Group
Any relationship in which one partner engages willfully in sexual relations with another outside of the partnership is considered to have experienced infidelity. This breach of trust is often traumatizing for the faithful partner as well as the relationship, and support is often needed to heal emotionally and to decide whether or not the relationship should continue after...
A friend (who had a 7 year affair) recently told me that he (like most) cheated because he wanted to; he thought "what's the harm?" Now he knows. He is H's best friend who called H a "fucking idiot of the highest caliber" when H revealed his affair (at my insistence to hold him accountable too). The harm to his wife was 20 years of alcohol abuse and a child who has nothing to do with him. The harm to me was doubt, anger, frustration, degradation of my sense of self. Well, no more says she. It really is this simple--they want what they want when and with whom they want it. No mystery. No convoluted psychological bull. Toddlers do the same thing; eventually, they learn manners too.
My best to you and thanks for the constant encouragement.
SW.
The reason so few cheaters change is that you usually spend your whole childhood and adolescence growing as a person. It isn't so easy to grow later in life once your world perspective has been established.
It takes a lot of effort and time, and if they haven't done after all these years what are the chances they will under taken this now when it is even more difficult to overcome?
How will this end? Who knows?! I saw her car (yes, I know it’s her’s by the license plate, very distinctive) yesterday. Tail spin started. THEN I exhaled and brought myself to a coffee shop. Turned off the car and yelled in the car. I mean screamed out loud and cussed and yelled like I was on fire. Then, once I was done, I opened the door and inhaled fresh, clean air. It was purifying. I’d released the toxins and took in purity. Transformative.
I then went and bought myself a $6 coffee (I never do that, so indulgent!!). A man looked me up and down—I thought he saw the tantrum in the car. Nope. He walked over to me and said, no joke, “Don’t we look like the cat who ate the canary?” I smiled and he laughed. The rage was gone and I was ok.
I know I will survive this. I know I will thrive because I am smart and funny and kind and loving and a decent human being. I just need reminders of that, and a $6 coffee, once in a while.
It really is on his shoulders to do the work and prove that he is worth the risk of taking back. Time will tell.