As others have noted, even your wife doesn't fully understand yet how she feels - it's too soon after DDay.
I'm 20 years out from DDay, and I still occasionally learn things about how I feel regarding the affairs.
Feelingverylow, this is interesting, and I second this.
Still don't know exactly the picture you had but I can give you a similar example to mr Paws:
Background
I was in my 20 when she betrayed me (first time), now I am in my 40, 17 years, so a really long time.
She is Polish, I am Italian, different languages, culture, histories etc.
Before her I would not be able to point Poland on the map, and I met and 'knew' several Polish girls previously, it was just still some Eastern European country with exotic, beautiful girls, like most those countries are.
I met her, fell in love with her, I discovered Poland: I devoured its history, learned the land, culture, started to learn the language (which is not easy), I went there and I explored everything every time I visited, drinking details of her city, observing people, families, wanting to make friend with Poles (men and women alike, I wanted to see how men treat their girls to make 'her feel at home with me'- spoiler -> in most case it kind of sucks [and vice - versa] but I was optimistic), I treated it like I treat one of my projects. Passion, knowledge, understanding, care for details.
Is like I adopted her entire culture since I met her, and I was looking forward to create a life there, something I never considered before, I never liked Italy (and also Europe) for many reasons, but my friends were mostly in US and Japan, so I always thought I will create my business and then move to one of those countries, keeping "home" as vacation and family of origin place.
Basically I truly fell in love with her background and roots too. [End BG]
Then she has sex with the Other Man, after few months she came back to me, and I did the unthinkable for me, I took her back.
17 years passed, we're driving and I see a maintenance truck a bit further up, and I casually comment "why does that truck look so repulsive, I feel almost slightly nauseated" and she responds "maybe because it's the colors of the Polish flag" (it had red and white diagonal stripes on the back) and I initially scoff at it, just thinking it's just an ugly pattern.
She then asks about what I feel seeing the Polish flags (that are all over in the capital) and rationally I assumed I had no problems, since I met her I always liked it, I was sponsoring Poland to other foreigners and presenting its beauty etc.
But I am receptive to other people insight so how my mind works I check their assumptions no matter if they challenge a staple in my convictions.
And I realized with my surprise, I have "phased out" the flag (White and Red) for all these years, is like when you look at something repulsive that surrounds you but you are not really looking. And I started to look at the other things connected here is what I realized repulse me:
- Stop signs, wrong way, etc (red - White). If there is another color, like black, with the red and white has no effect, is neutral
- Santa Claus (red - white)
- Red white candy canes (for my daughter, I never buy those, which was weird because they are 'the classic')
- Since I moved to Poland I stopped "discovering it".
- Refusal to learn the language (Weird for me)
- I love parties, since I came almost never leaved home, is home - work - home. I lost interest in going out here.
- I can't stand Polish men. I used to see them as friendly, now the only guys I know here are Americans, Brits, Argentinians, Ukrainians, Arabs, basically only foreigners. I am politely social but I keep Polish Men at a distance. Unconsciously, but now I see that.
- My feel about Polish women also took a hit. Worse, since the way girls often look at me, I feel a pinch of disgust to their attention. And I could not explain it.
And the most ridicolous of all -> Coca Cola - Never been a fan of soft drinks and sodas, don't like them as I prefer water, but Coca Cola was my pick if it was available. Since her betrayal I never bought a cola for myself, if ever I bought a Pepsi. If I drink a cola the taste is not pleasant, it's really like swallowing a medicine. Even cocktails with cola, I avoid them since 2008, and I used to like those at parties.
It's "subtle" but I realized is there.
So even 17 years after, no matter what happened to me and my old traumas and the fact that I am detached from my wife and I see her as just a a woman, almost a stranger, surely not the person I used to love, that generally I do not care, the Betrayal Trauma wounds run deeper that I could ever imagine.
I clearly have no full recollection of what else might have been changed and ruined in my life, but it's a physical memory, those are body reactions, irrational, not conscious.
She has likely similar scars, hopefully this adds a helpful perspective.