It’s been so long since I left my infidelity-relationship that I don’t know if that distance makes this post less relative or even more important seeing as it’s through the lens of time.
I loved my fiancé. The woman I intended to marry 4 weeks and 6 days later when I caught her in bed with another man.
I felt there was something special about it about five years earlier, when we first met. I don’t know if it was love or lust, or if love and lust is the same before you turn 20 or whatever. I do know love as an emotion can change over time and maybe the hardest thing in a marriage is to retain love throughout it all – preferably based on some foundation of lust, but probably also influenced by gratitude, respect and consideration.
What I do know is that I loved her from when I fell in love with her, and I loved her when I left for that night-shift, and I loved her when I walked into that apartment unexpectedly.
I guess I also loved her when I saw them. Just like I loved her when I walked out. Just like I loved her some weeks later, crying alone in my bed. Maybe this wouldn’t have hurt so much if I hadn’t loved her. Maybe I would be all indifferent and mainly focused on the risk of pregnancy and STI and be more concerned about them using a condom, rather than the fact another man was inside the woman of my dreams and future.
I don’t know how long I loved her after we separated. Maybe a month, maybe three, maybe 12. What I realized is that despite my love for her then her actions (and the reasons for her actions) made it impossible for me to remain with her. Love alone didn’t cut it.
I can also share that love that isn’t fed and watered is like a flower that wilts away and eventually dies. If your love for her is totally one sided – as in you loving her and that not being returned – then it’s not love per se, but an infatuation. There were evenings and nights where I would think about her, and want to drive over to see what she might be doing… basically stalking.
Fortunately I had the strength to weather the storm. Go "cold turkey" on her, and eventually the finality of my decision was accepted by the person probably most affected – mainly me.
Did I love her unconditionally? Clearly not. I did not love her enough to still want her in my life while she had hookups with random other men.
Would I have run into a burning building, jumped in front of a gun or… as the poet once said: take a grenade for her? Well… Yes. Just like I would for my wife and my kids. But that’s not unconditional love. That’s just love, with conditions of expected behavior.
I truly think a marriage can’t work out infidelity unless both parties realize that the whole marriage is at risk.
Once you both accept that… You can decide if you want to save it, or if you are OK with it dying.
I think the two of you need to have that talk: Do you want to be married, and can you have a common, shared view on what is required?
I’m guessing that if she stops cheating then at least you have a contained situation that might be dealt with. If she isn’t willing to do that work… well… you have your answer.