Dear Trying,
I hope you are finding some answers for yourself and are healing a little more each day. I am 7 years out from the end of the affair, maybe 5 years out from getting to the truth of the decade long betrayal. To answer your question simply, yes. I have had to change my definitions of husband, marriage, friendship and love on this journey. I am still figuring it out.
First, I believe he has been out of infidelity in thought and actions since the end of the affair, thanks to Covid lockdown and moving far away for a retirement fresh start. Whether or not he has grown, or changed or found his way to honesty in all things is the unknown for me. Once I got past the early desperate years, when all I wanted was to have my husband and my life back, and went back into therapy and made the hard decision to stay, I began to see a shift in myself I never expected. I began to feel ambivalent, and at times worried if I was falling out of love with him. I do love him and I always will, and prior to the affair would have told you he was one of the best men I ever knew, the most honest, trustworthy, caring and reliable I could have hoped for. Once that reality was shattered, I had to figure out what I was left with.
I am left with a lot of what I call muscle memory. We have been together since 1983, grew up together and built a family, a business and on paper, a great life. Even when I was at my most furious and defeated with his R efforts, I still felt care and concern for him, and missed him when he was away for work. That was honestly the low bar I set for staying. He was still the first person I wanted to tell things to, to talk to, and I was always happy to have him come home. But.
My heart cannot forget what he did to it, my brain has had to rewire itself to find a way to stay when leaving would have been an easier path to healing. I consider us married legally, but I don’t think of marriage like I did before. We are parents, business partners, roommates, adventure buddies, and he has been a huge help to me through some health issues. I am grateful for his presence in my life, but my heart aches whenever I think of what became of the myth of us. I am cynical and disappointed, and I gave him back my engagement and wedding rings when I got to the bottom of the pile of lies. I won’t ever wear them again. I bought a thin band of twisted gold, and told him if our relationship ever felt solid to me again or if I could heal enough and learn to trust in his promises that I would consider a new, solid band, but rings are the least of my cares now.
The biggest shift in how I view our marriage is that I no longer feel bound by my vows. I honor and keep them, but the better or worse part has an asterisk. I will walk away at the first whiff of further deceit or betrayal, or even the slightest lie. I have stayed through his worst, so better is all I will accept. Our marital bonds are frayed but holding for now. I have to remind myself that we did have a great, loving and loyal marriage for 20 years before he turned away from us and toward selfishness and the scum on the internet. That may have more weight in my decision to stay, knowing that we at least had a true marriage for the first half of our lives. I am still finding my way through this second half.
Discussions with my therapist about the merits of tending this relationship to see what else grows, and the love and close relationship with our kids that we still share, and the different kinds of love that remain, all have helped me to find my path to acceptance. I am still walking it. I have changed a lot internally, and am less kind and accepting with him than pre-A. I am brutally honest, I put up with no crap and I call him on any selfish or thoughtless behavior and remind him how I expect to be treated. It’s been tough on him, because I was the nicest, sweetest, giving and nurturing person before, and she is gone. I am learning to be ok with things being about me, and not being bothered if he is bothered. He got to keep the life and wife he swears he desperately wanted, and he is learning to accept this new version of me too. I am learning to accept that how I believed he loved me and would keep me safe from harm was just wrong. The person I believed him to be was wrong. The things I believed about us were wrong. I see him as a much more flawed and broken person now, which is crazy, because he presents as a solid and predictable guy. He once was, and maybe he will be again. But maybe I am much less invested in whether or not that happens.
As to our expectations, monogamy is mandatory for us both, or we D. Even if I met someone who swept me away and fell madly in love, I would not have an affair until we separated. I have not lowered my personal standards to match his. I bring it up from time to time, asking him if he is still willing to operate under the initial agreement, to forsake all others, in mind and body, and he swears he is. He swore to a lot of things that were lies, though, so he is paying the price of those choices with my inability to trust him fully. But. My life is better with him than without it, so here we are, despite all odds.
Good luck to you finding your path to new definitions and acceptance. Nothing about this is easy.