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What makes you resilient?

July 7, 2017 by Chump Lady

Here’s something I bet you haven’t thought much about — your own resiliency. When I meet chumps in real life, and they tell me their crazy How I Got Chumped stories, it’s notable how they downplay their own heroism. They’ll share the humiliating details, but they’ll brush away their mightiness. Oh, what else could I do? I had no choice.

Well, you’re not dead for starters. You’re not shooting up in an alley somewhere. You didn’t succumb to escapism like your cheater by fucking, out-running, or spending the pain away.

You showed up for work. You fed your kids. You got up off that floor.

Think about that. Something keeps you going. Now, I’m sure many of you will object to this assignment and tell me how crappy you feel, and how far you fall from the mark. I’m not having that. Today’s assignment is similar to a “tell me how you’re mighty” post, but goes a bit deeper. When you were getting up off that floor, you didn’t have the time and distance of new accomplishments and a new life. What was your inner script? What did you tell yourself? I’ll be goddamned if I let this break me? Today is a good day for living? My progress reports are due?

What makes you resilient?

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  1. unicornomore says

    July 7, 2017 at 6:47 am

    Im resilient by the Grace of God (a different kind than the cheater suggested in his book review…this is REAL Grace) and the fact that I decided that he already stole enough of my life, Im not going to let him ruin any more of it.

    • unicornomore says

      July 7, 2017 at 6:50 am

      I like to look for moments that would never have happened if my life were still intertwined with Major Cheaterpants …I stop, look around, feel the moment and revel in it. (I’ve been seen dancing alone in my yard.)

      • Lady b says

        July 7, 2017 at 7:29 am

        I’m hearing you. I dance around the house to the main stream dance music he hates and is too loud.

        • Lady b says

          July 7, 2017 at 7:30 am

          He’s not around so I don’t give a flying f.

        • chumpinrecovery says

          July 7, 2017 at 8:33 am

          I listen to the radio station he hates. The kids like it so we’re good.

      • Lisa Behrens says

        July 7, 2017 at 3:11 pm

        Yes! Right there with you

      • Leah says

        July 30, 2017 at 10:14 am

        I am resilient because my parents taught me to problem-solve and to look at a situation and see humor when possible. My sense of humor, it saved my life when I was getting up off that floor. It saved me while I lived through over decade of mind-fakery and abuse. I had to dig deep, for my son. I have managed to get us both out of a deep hole and better off. No matter how hard the storm, I always looked for the rainbow to follow and for how I could make the most of a situation.

    • ChumpedToTheMax says

      July 7, 2017 at 7:09 am

      Amen!

    • lyndaloo says

      July 7, 2017 at 5:33 pm

      This is my first time on this site and I’m not terribly tech savvy I don’t know how to post a comment can someone explain to this chump. Thanks

      • Datdamwuf says

        July 7, 2017 at 7:43 pm

        You posted the comment Lyndaloo, do it again, and welcome

        Easiest to login at top of page, otherwise just enter a name and email address under your comment, click submit

      • lyndaloo says

        July 7, 2017 at 11:24 pm

        Thanks Datdamwuf!
        I’m 72 years old married for almost 40 years that’s right 40. Three months ago, my cheater told me he wanted a divorce, he was in love with a women from his bridge club! This was not his first time he tried this 20 years ago but the women he was in love with wasn’t interested. It was all a fantasy, he was devastated, I actually felt sorry for him, I thought going through a mid life crisis so forgave him and took him back. Now I realize he’s been fantasizing about romantic liaison for years. He thinks it’s not cheating because he hasn’t had sex with this latest bimbo. long story short, I told him to get out well actually “get the fuck out now” I wasn’t playing this game again. We have been together 40 years, it was my second marriage his first. I have 3 successful kids and 4 grandchildren. They are all devastated they considered him their father. He was the only grandfather the grandkids knew. My son called his first born after is asshole, that’s how much he thought of his step father. They have all disowned him and are sickened by him.
        We have been retired 16 years, have travelled the world, had a lovely home, no money worries, a pretty good life indeed. What more would anyone want? He claims he’s been unhappy for years and I was too, and he he can’t talk to me sound familiar?
        It’s been three months since I kicked him out and during this time I had my lawyer draft a separation agreement, I got half of e erything and all of the furniture. I sold our home and bought myself a lovely place in a another town and moved in a month ago. I’ve changed my will and my life insurance and I’m moving on. I realized the jerk was besotted with his new fantasy fuckbuddy and feeling very guilty, so best to get what I deserve before he wakes up from the dream or she kicks him out.
        I was totally blindsided by this asshole, he pulled the rug right out from under me, but I was god damned determined he would not ruin the rest of my life. All the books I have read say it can take 3 years or more to get over a betrayal; well I don’t have 3 years to waste, At 72 I’m on the fast track. LOL This is a very supportive website and I’m glad to have found all you fellow Chumps. My message is go forward don’t waste time trying to figure out the asshole, life is short and I’m going to have an exciting new adventure.

        • Nobody2U says

          July 7, 2017 at 11:43 pm

          Wow! You are an inspiration!

        • Nina says

          July 7, 2017 at 11:53 pm

          I’m done with my creep, thanks to chump nation, am 60, so glad I decided not to give him another minute!You go girl! Stay strong! You got this!

          • Lyndaloo says

            July 8, 2017 at 3:40 pm

            Gosh your only a kid at 60! Glad you’re doing good and finished with that jerk too, they really are pathetic stupid idiots.
            Best wishes to you!

        • Drew says

          July 8, 2017 at 3:22 am

          Wow, proof we really are a great bunch! Intelligent, committed, kindred spirits. Goes to show you that no matter what our ages, background, etc., our rotters can turn on a dime at any moment. True love indeed (snort!)?. I am beginning to believe Cheaters lose their minds…. To give everything good up!?!? Your ex had it all, What the fuck, right??? Welcome lindaloo!

          • Lyndaloo says

            July 8, 2017 at 5:22 am

            Thanks for all the replies, these asshole cheaters lose more than their minds they are too stupid to realize they’ve lost the best life and love they will ever have. The creeps they leave for, won’t be there when they need them. When they are dying of cancer or have a stroke, they’ll bail at the first sign of trouble.
            Life isn’t a dress rehearsal, there are no do-overs, these idiots don’t deserve the wonderful families and love the had. Look at all the people who have lost loving partners, parents who have lost children, people who have serious illnesses and would trade places in a heartbeat. Our moron cheaters are “unhappy” because they have it all but it’s not enough. They are fucked up beyond comprehension! Greedy, self-absorbed assholes, and we need to remind ourselves everyday how lucky we are to be rid of them!
            All best wishes.

            • Doingme says

              July 8, 2017 at 9:45 am

              “Life isn’t a dress rehearsal”

              Just love that attitude Lyndaloo!

              We get to rewrite the script and dump the poor actors.

              • lyndaloo says

                July 8, 2017 at 10:15 am

                Yes we do! And good on us!

            • chumpinrecovery says

              July 8, 2017 at 8:07 pm

              I couldn’t have said it better myself. Welcome aboard. Thanks for the inspiration.

              Your story makes me so glad STBX gave up on reconciliation to run off with Schmoopie. Otherwise I would totally have taken him back, endured 20 more years of pick me dance and then been left again later.

              I am sorry you had to endure that instead of getting rid of him the first time, but I am impressed that you had the mighty to get rid of him now so you can enjoy your life. Good for you.

            • NoMoreEvil says

              July 9, 2017 at 1:40 pm

              Love your post soooo much, lyndaloo!!! You are mighty!!!

            • Blooming says

              July 9, 2017 at 2:43 pm

              Lyndaloo, thanks for writing! I was missing him and wondering why he’s so selfish….but you’re right. Time spent on figuring him out is time wasted from my life. Take care!

            • Diane Werner says

              July 9, 2017 at 7:46 pm

              I can’t tell you how much better I feel since I’ve lost 200 pounds of asshole!

            • Myintuitionwasright says

              July 9, 2017 at 9:40 pm

              Lyndaloo, you’re the best! Thank you so much for your story!

        • Chumptitude says

          July 8, 2017 at 5:09 am

          Welcome to CN lyndaloo, and wow, you are super mighty!! Although my marriage was a quarter of the length of yours, it took me about three years to find my new bearings, but it might have taken me longer given the shit sandwich diet of sharing custody with a cluster B…

          Keep moving forward, and enjoy your grandkids cheater-free!!!

          • Lyndaloo says

            July 8, 2017 at 5:54 am

            Thanks for the good wishes, at 72 I had to take the fast track! LOL there is also a bit of wisdom that comes with age that says, wait a minute, I’ve been done this road before. You also develope a thicker skin. I’ve been through my share of troubles and I just can’t allow myself to entertain this crap not at my age and stage of life. It’s a lot tougher with children you have the contact which doesn’t help. It may take time but forward is forwar, no matter the speed. Best wishes.

          • chumpinrecovery says

            July 8, 2017 at 8:09 pm

            Three years? Dang! I thought it was only two. That means I have two more to go instead of just the one more. Drat.

        • Kimberly says

          July 8, 2017 at 6:27 am

          Lindaloo, you are an inspiration! Many blessings to you for a very speedy healing and I just love your attitude. You’ve got this! Thanks so much for sharing.

          • Lyndaloo says

            July 8, 2017 at 8:07 am

            Hi Kimberley,
            I don’t think I’m completely healed but I’m completely done with Asshole. I figure I may have 10 good years where I’m healthy and active and after that who knows. So my choice is cry my heart out over an idiot that thinks he’s going to ride off into the sunset with some bimbo or get off my butt and keep living. I have cutivated a lot of good women friends over the years, my kids and I have good relationships so the choice is simple. I have one daughter in the UK and one in the States and a son here in Canada. My American grandson in theis going to be 20 he’s at Uni and texts me great photos and messages. Same with my granddaughter who lives here in Canada. I’m fixing up my new house and then I’m going to plan a trip. I am blessed to have enough money to live comfortably so the glass is more than half full. I try to remind myself to be grateful everyday. Best wishes.

            • Roberta says

              July 8, 2017 at 8:39 am

              Lyndaloo, you are awesome!! And wise. You didn’t give your Ex much room to screw you over and that is awesome. Only wish I had moved faster!
              Enjoy your “new” life, you earned it I am certain of that and make it all as happy as can be! You are an inspiration to all of us.

              • lyndaloo says

                July 8, 2017 at 9:19 am

                Roberta, you are right I didn’t give him much time to screw me over this time, but he’d been screwing me over secretly for the past 40 years! While I was busy raising kids and establishing a career,saving for retirement and looking after our aging parents, asshole was fantising about being in some torrid love affair. So not so smart of me to ignore the signs. I frankly think he was just waiting for someone, anyone to fill his fantasy.
                If I were to dwell on this I’d really be a nutcase so I chose not to look back and you shouldn’t either. It is what it is, go forward know your worth and live your life. You are the sane one he’s the loser.
                Best wishes.

            • OutWest says

              July 8, 2017 at 2:30 pm

              Lyndaloo,
              Traveling has been the best for me. I travel with a gf who is divorced as well. We both divorced the same year, our x assholes have been best friends since high school, it was a shitshow for awhile. Anyway, keep traveling. If you wind your way to Michigan let me know, I’d host you in a second! Your story is awe inspiring

              • Lyndaloo says

                July 8, 2017 at 3:13 pm

                Thank you that’s very generous of you. One never knows where one will end up so if I’m ever in Michigan I will be sure to let you know in advance.
                Best wishes!

        • OutOfSparkles says

          July 8, 2017 at 8:23 am

          Wow, Lyndaloo – you are absolutely amazing! Truly awesome 🙂

          • Lyndaloo says

            July 8, 2017 at 3:22 pm

            We are all amazing women and we should never forget it! Best wishes! ?

        • Chump Mama says

          July 8, 2017 at 12:23 pm

          Dear Lyndaloo – Good for you!! You are so courageous and I love your positive attitude!

          I’m a little behind you in age and length of marriage (51 years old and 23 years married, respectively), but I feel just like you do! I wasted enough years on the jerk, and I’m moving forward without looking back. Once my kids are grown I plan to travel a lot and enjoy life on my terms. And the big bonus of all this is that I won’t have to take care of him in his old age. The bimbos are welcome to him! Haha! I’m sure you feel the same way.

          I had 2 DDays, just like you, and I think that is what makes this easier. The first time I discovered he had been cheating for 9 years, and it literally almost killed me – the emotional and physical pain was almost unbearable. After forgiving him and giving him a second chance, I found myself in the same situation 4 years later. Since he saw what the first time did to me, I realized that for him to do it again meant that he was nothing less than a monster. It was/is so clear to me that he doesn’t deserve me and I am so much better off without him. Sounds like your situation is the same. What an idiot your husband is – he lost the best thing ever when he lost you. Bravo to you for shaking the dust off your feet and moving forward. You and people like you are what make Chumpnation so amazing! (((Hugs)))

          Chump Mama

          • Lyndaloo says

            July 8, 2017 at 3:04 pm

            Chump Mama,
            Yes it isn’t fun to be dumped by these assholes that we loved and cared for but we aren’t teens anymore and we know when we are being played for fools. These cheater assholes will never get it, because they never matured. They think life’s going to go on forever and don’t think about anything except their own needs. It’s really a character flaw they can’t or won’t grow up. I call it the Peter Pan syndrome if you keep screwing around well it never will end and youll find the “perfect” one. They don’t look at the children and grandchildren and see their own legacy what wonderful people they are and feel pride. They don’t look at their wives and feel gratitude that someone cares enough about them to clean their house, their clothes feed them and nurse them when their sick. They can’t they are incapable of looking past their dicks!
            You are better off without this man-boy as am I, you already have children to finish raising and you sure don’t need the additional burden of a big dumb asshole as well. Life is good we just have to remember that we are special worthy women. Take good care of yourself!

            • chumpinrecovery says

              July 8, 2017 at 8:16 pm

              Ha! Mine not only didn’t feel gratitude for all of those things, he resented them because I was “mothering him”.

            • brit says

              July 8, 2017 at 9:57 pm

              Lyndaloo, exactly, they’re too immature to value what they have.
              I’ll never understand how anyone could shatter lives then walk away without remorse or regret feeling good about themselves.
              Yet, these assholes do..,

              • Whodoesthat says

                July 9, 2017 at 5:23 am

                Mine was so confident about his abandonment that he sent the kids a news article about having “no regrets” in life as a way to let a third party give them the message that dad ran off with his AP because life’s too short. Thankfully they see that hes just a common cheater coward. My “regret” is that they lost their father figure role model and hope to god they dont suffer shitty relationship templates as a result.

              • Feelingit says

                July 9, 2017 at 6:04 am

                Who does that,
                The no regrets thing sounds exactly like something my stbxwould do! And you are right: he is a common, cheater, coward!

                You are their great role model because they see that!

          • Asshole Free says

            July 9, 2017 at 7:54 pm

            If I would’ve ended up taking care of that all that asshole when he was that old man I’m afraid I would’ve pushed him in his wheelchair right off the porch… The deep end of the porch

            • Waffles says

              July 10, 2017 at 5:48 am

              Best screen name yet. ?

        • lovedandlost says

          July 9, 2017 at 1:28 pm

          LyndaLoo I am so impressed by you and what you have done so efficiently by getting a lawyer and finishing with him and moving on. I was feeling sorry for myself because I’m 53 and wasnt able to get financially clear as I still have to coparent and he is self-employed. I realize that I have raised 2 wonderful girls, enhanced my job skills, and generally enjoy life more WITHOUT the lying, cheating and all-round asshole in my life. I too am Canadian and appreciate everything great this country has to offer. I have learned that life is not fair but if you do your best, you have won anyway.

          • lyndaloo says

            July 10, 2017 at 8:15 pm

            hi laveandlost,
            Nice to meet a fellow Canuck. You sound like you have meh and are going strong. Raising two wonderful girls and enhancing job skills are pretty impressive accomplishments. Sometimes we do forget just how important we are as a role model for our children and this is especially hard and important when there’s only one doing all the work!
            So, don’t worry about being debt free you will attain that goal one day right now give yourself the credit you deserve for being a terrific mom and great example for your girls. Life sometimes isn’t fair but we don’t have to look to far to find someone in much greater hardship. I live in Ontario where are you.?

            • Shechump says

              July 10, 2017 at 8:29 pm

              I think 1/2 this board is Canadian! 🙂

            • lovedandlost says

              July 11, 2017 at 11:34 am

              Yay True North (women) Strong and free! I’m from the Maritimes. I vote for Lyndaloo as Canadian expert Chumplady as she sounds like Tracey but with Canadian references. So glad you joined

              • lyndaloo says

                July 11, 2017 at 7:37 pm

                Yesterday I had lunch with some long time girlfriends they were in disbelief that my cheater was a) a cheater and b) that he abandoned me after 40 years. Of course they are supportive and I appreciate their love. One of my friends knows a women who knows both my cheater and his bimbo. This women said she was surprised that my cheater and this bimbo were an item she really couldn’t see the two of them together. Of course any gossip about the cheater and the bimbo is hard to resist. But driving home I suddenly felt disgusted and really sickened. This whole mess is so tawdry and sickening like watching a reality TV show where everyone is sleeping with everyone else. The kind of people my mother told me to avoid as they “were of dubious character” and not to get involved with them . His mother would be mortified by his behaviour if she were alive.I no longer want to be associated with him in anyway, I don’t even want to acknowledge his existence. I’m changing back to my maiden name. Maybe this is Meh? What do you think?

              • lovedandlost says

                July 12, 2017 at 6:28 pm

                Definitely change your name. I completely disassociated myself from him by doing just that. It is a pain in the ass(pun intended) but worthwhile!

            • Lucky says

              July 12, 2017 at 7:15 am

              Another Ontario Chump here!!!

              • lovedandlost says

                July 12, 2017 at 6:37 pm

                Also watch Grace and Frankie! I loved the humour, irony and relationship drama. It made me laugh and cry both. I like the way the age issue was portrayed – realistically from my point of view not that of younger generations.

        • Phoenix Rising says

          July 11, 2017 at 6:38 pm

          Lyndaloo,

          You are an ispiration & you haven’t any more of YOUR time to waste & please remember that the last 40 years are not wasted because, you were doing your best possible to be a great wife etc…you showed up but, unfortunately he wasn’t being real/authentic/genuine & he lives in his own weakness & shallowness. Your life wasn’t wasted, neither was mine. What is was is a huge lesson of self worth & we did & do deserve better. This is your time to shine & show him that regardless of his actions/behavior YOU are genuine, real & authentic & you show up in your life for others because, your good! Now you show up for YOURSELF in everyway. You are worthy & you are your best friend. You are finally free! Good Luck & Keep Being You! xoxo PR

    • SMS says

      July 8, 2017 at 8:58 am

      Lyndaloo,

      I’ve read a TON of great posts on this site, and yours is the best yet. Such a simple philosophy, and yet so perfect. Three years is too long to waste no matter how old you are. We should all be on the fast track to restoring a healthy, fun, wonderful life. If we sit around being miserable despite everything we DO have, aren’t we just living by the cheater’s philosophy?

      I am completely inspired by you. Thank you. I’m 35 and I don’t have 3 years to waste.

      • lyndaloo says

        July 8, 2017 at 9:50 am

        You are so right! Mourning the loss of a cheater is crap. Mourning is for special people who loved us and we loved them. Wasting time looking back is just that, wasting time. I’m older so time is paramount to my view of life but really none of us know when we might die or be diagnosed with a catastrophic illness yet we still mourn what might have been. Well I say bullshit to that lets move on and enjoy each day. I hate to think of the time wasted on this asshole I married! Ugh!! Glad to hear you are moving on too!
        Best wishes!

        • Nain says

          July 8, 2017 at 12:49 pm

          Well, there ya go – you are completely correct. It’s important to understand the difference between being “done” and being healed. Let the head lead and the heart WILL follow. What a gritty gal you are to understand first, proceed and then enjoy. The fast track is the best track. HIO – “handle it once”

          • Lyndaloo says

            July 8, 2017 at 3:30 pm

            Nain, I agree there is a difference but we all have shit to carry around and sometimes we wallow in it and in other people’s shit too. That way we don’t deal with our shit and move on. So while I’m sure I’ll have days yet that are not so great, I will navigate through them and remind myself how great I am and what a fucking loser he is. I don’t have time to waste on his shit and it is his. Best wishes

            • JustBreathe says

              July 8, 2017 at 5:36 pm

              I’m so thankful for your post, Lyndaloo. Married almost 39 years. Im 60. Forgave him an affair that resulted in a child with the OW. He begged for forgiveness, I set boundaries and made it very clear (or so I thought) what it took to keep me. Found out this past Christmas he’s been going to strip clubs and getting lap dances. At least that’s all he’ll admit to. Deal breaker. Our children are grown and we have beautiful, perfect grandchildren. I know I am worth more than a lap dance. We all are. I’m scared to death of going it alone, but I’m not letting that stop me. I was a faithful and loyal wife. His loss. Maybe he can pay a stripper to take care of him next time he’s sick. Your words inspired me. I so needed to hear your story. You are mighty!

              • lyndaloo says

                July 8, 2017 at 7:29 pm

                Dear Just Breath,
                So he begged for forgiveness got it and did it again. They don’t get it, they think we can just keep accepting this shit. They don’t get that we can walk away that they aren’t the “‘fabulous guys” they think they are. That we are sick and tired of their stupid fuck ups and they don’t have our love to destroy anymore. It’s over!
                I’m glad your going on your own, it is scary, but you will feel like you have your self respect back, who wants to live with these assholes and their bullshit. If you haven’t see a lawyer and figure out what you’re entitled to, I’m Canadian so don’t know US laws. Look after yourself and see your doctor if you need to. Lean on family and friends and get yourself as much support as possible. Above all don’t take any and I mean any responsibility for his crap. It takes two people to make a marriage work but only ONE to destroy it , this is on him, he has destroyed this marriage.
                I was pretty crazy the first month but just kept going, made a list of what I needed to do and one by one marked them off. Keep busy and don’t look back. I was so mad I just screamed like a banshee alone in my car if anyone had heard me they’d have sent for the medics. It’s a horrible rotten thing to do to you so scream if you need to but just let it out and let go of this loser. You are a smart worthy women and you can make it on your own. The people on this site are all good listeners , feel your pain and have good advise, so keep posting and keep your resolve to have a better life. I know you will survive this and come out stronger, I know because I did. Good luck and lots of Canadian bear hugs!

        • brit says

          July 8, 2017 at 9:59 pm

          Yes!!! Lindaloo, love, love, your philosophy and posts!
          Thank you so much, you’re an inspiration.

        • lyndaloo says

          July 9, 2017 at 5:57 am

          I’ve been thinking about this “mourning business ” we keep revisiting after the cheater dumps us. So I asked myself what am I mourning? As I said in an earlier post, I think mourning is for special loved ones who we cared about and who loved and cared about us. These assholes never cared about anything except themselves. So while I understand there is an emotion we feel is it really mourning ? Mourning seems like too dignified a word for what we have been through with these assholes. It also gives the impression that we lost someone of value. Does this term keep us stuck? Mourning, grieving these words make us think that it’s appropriate and necessary to spend a long time thinking and feeling about a loss. I’m more pragmatic then most so this is only my thinking here, but each time I read something about grieving a lost relationship etc etc I can’t help but think asshole is not worth grieving over. So should I grieve for a life with a cheater, or a neighborhood, or what exactly?
          My new life is filled with promise and I’m excited to think what will happen next, who knows, I ts an adventure. So while everyone sees their past life differently, accepting that long periods of grief after leaving a cheater in a bad marriage is necessarily, perhaps isn’t in our own best interests. My friend recently said “it’s like a death” I thought about that for a few minutes and said no it’s not if it was I’d have gotten all the money! Life goes on, all good wishes to everyone!

          • Feelingit says

            July 9, 2017 at 6:32 am

            Lol at getting all the money! You made me see one of the reasons it is worse than death, everything is a fight. Your pragmatism is getting you to meh quicker and that is a good thing. If there is a word that I would have used to describe Stbx, it would be pragmatic. No offense to you lindyloo, it is a good thing and there is a time and a place for it. And I learned good things from his pragmatism. I believe it is helping me to step back, see what needs to be done and do it in the face of this adversity. I am just not to meh yet.

            The pragmatism comes down from stbx’s dad. He was a very successful business man and always looked ahead. The inlaws house burned down 13 years ago and the next day he was planning the rebuild. 3 days later they bulldozed the remainder and kept right on going. Strangers grieved more than they did.

            Now though, it hurts because me and the kids get the vibe from the in laws that we should just get over it and be a good little divorced family. Cheater wasn’t happy so he moved on, you do the same. Don’t cry over it. You have been replaced, too bad, so sad but move on, don’t be emotional. We say this in jest sometimes but that is where I think their pragmatism goes awry: they don’t feel or if they do, it is something to be hidden.

            Hence a reason for my screen name.

            • lyndaloo says

              July 9, 2017 at 7:34 am

              Everyone processes things differently sometimes we need more time than some one else. I have lived through a lot of good and bad times, nursing and then burying my parents, his parents, my sister, an earlier divorce, and worst of all the death of my 4 year old grandson from cancer. Many times, I thought I’d never recover especially over my grandson’s death. When I compare these tragedies to what my cheating asshole has done to this family I am sickened. This was not something that just happened, it was his choice to destroy our family. After the initial schock of his latest betrayal I had to decide how to live the rest of my life. I could give up and become a burden to my family and friends or I could soldier on and make a new life. I too come from a very pragmatic Scottish family and I’m sure that upbringing helped me through a lot of life’s crises. I empathize with your pain and your need to cope the best way you can. I hope that you can see your in -laws don’t want to acknowledge their sons actions because it’s too difficult for them to see they’ve raised an cheating asshole. Children are smart they know who loves and respects them and they figure out who the assholes are in the family. You will recover from this and so will your kids but it’s not an easy road. Best wishes to you and children.

              • Feelingit says

                July 9, 2017 at 8:07 am

                “When I compare these tragedies to what my cheating asshole has done to this family I am sickened. This was not something that just happened, it was his choice to destroy our family”. You hit it there lindylou!

                And you are probably right about the inlaws not being able to acknowledge what their golden child has done. Many have told me that.

                I just hope I can get to meh about them taking the route of our golden child would not do such evil, it had to be feelingit’s fault.

            • lyndaloo says

              July 9, 2017 at 8:55 am

              You will get to meh, your children will help you get there. I am right about his parents, who wants to acknowledge they raised an asshole!? You know that this has nothing to do with you this is about the asshole trying to fill his empty soul. He thinks he can fuck his way to ever lasting love. Take a look at your kids and see their beauty and ask yourself what kind of a parent gives that unconditional love up for a bimbo. It’s not about the bimbo or you it’s about his stupid childish ego that can’t take responsibility, he’s entitled right! Just like my asshole, he could have come to you to work things out and if you and he couldn’t; well ok, get a divorce. But do it properly and respect everyone and I mean everyone (like his kids) in the process. But they don’t want to spend the time thinking about how the might fix things or do the honourable thing, or the damage and hurt to the family. Just run off with the bimbo and tell yourself and everyone else you weren’t happy, that’s a good reason right? Believe me you are well rid of this asshole and I’d stay as far away from his enabling parents as I could. Drop the kids off if that’s what’s required and have nothing to do with them. Fuck them! Best of luck to you!

              • Feelingit says

                July 9, 2017 at 12:03 pm

                ?

              • Findingpeace says

                July 12, 2017 at 7:47 am

                Lyndaloo – They don’t spend time thinking about doing the honorable thing. Nope, they sure don’t. Run off and tell everyone they were unhappy. Yep.

                Well, I wasn’t ‘happy’ all the time, either, but I couldn’t dream of destroying my family over it. But they don’t bat an eye.

                My stbx has the bigger house in better neighborhood, the younger girl, new baby, the bigger truck, the bigger camper and more toys now – and guess what…. he is still the miserable angry person he was before. He has not been made a better person. And he sure doesn’t seem any happier. His soul is still empty. In fact, maybe even more empty than before.

                He calls me ‘welfare ass’ because he has to pay support. He doesn’t see that it’s the honorable thing to do to care for the family he dumped. It’s just a pain in the ass because it cuts into his money for more toys and new house.

                He has no respect for his new ‘love.’ He gave his friends naked pictures of her. I still have his ipad. The pictures showed up there, too. His friend’s wife was so upset she found the naked pictures on her husband’s computer.

                Stbx told me a couple years ago when his 22 y.o. coworker started working with him how she is a go getter, used to getting what she wants! Lol. She wanted my husband and look what she got. A dirty old man who shares her naked pictures with everyone. Yep. There’s her prize.

          • Givemestrength says

            July 9, 2017 at 7:27 am

            This really resonated with me. So true what you are saying. Thank you!

          • NorthernLight says

            July 9, 2017 at 8:55 am

            I see your point, and objectively, I think you’re right that these jerks don’t deserve mourning. However, what I was mourning was not the reality of who I realized my ex actually was, it was the loss of who I thought he was up until dday. Of what I thought my marriage and life was, of what I thought my future would be, of the story of my life. It was also a mourning for the loss of innocence, in a way. Seeing that people, and not just anyone but my husband who I had also considered my best friend, could act in ways that were in direct opposition to my well being when he had promised in front of our community to love me until one of us died.

            So, I no longer wanted to be with the person my ex revealed himself to be. But the love didn’t go away immediately; I still loved who I had thought he was. And it took me a good long while to mourn all of that and the fact that my life had completely derailed and was not going to be anything like I had imagined it. That, for me, was worth mourning. And, for me, it was important to take the time I needed to process all that in as healthy a way as possible. And Chump Lady was a huge part of that for me. Her wisdom taught me to see him as he really was and to understand his motives (because he wanted to) and to deal with all the dissonance between who I believed him to be and who he actually was. Eventually my pain became less raw, and then less all consuming and slowly I started to move on. But I needed that time to grieve the incredible betrayal I felt and what felt like the loss of my whole world. It wasn’t, but it sure did feel like it…

            • brit says

              July 9, 2017 at 10:09 am

              NorthernLight, ^^^I mourned the person I thought I married, the marriage I thought I had, my best friend and who I thought loved me as much as I loved him and our family.
              My life and world was completely shattered. The person I loved more than anything was out to destroy me in every way imaginable.
              I will move on but I’ll never forget the pain of betrayal.

              • NoMoreEvil says

                July 9, 2017 at 2:01 pm

                I feel the same way, Brit. I was just really disappointed and angry that XH was not who he presented himself to be and I mourned the dream of the way I felt our marriage SHOULD have been. But I did not mourn him or miss him at all because once he revealed his true evil self, it was GOOD RIDDANCE!!! I also mourn my innocence, but at least I won’t ignore the red flags next time.

            • Findingpeace says

              July 11, 2017 at 7:44 am

              My stbx told me I’m mad that he left me.

              No, I told him I’m thankful he left me. I’m mad that my daughter has poor role model for a father who shows her that women are disposable and people leave you if you made them ‘unhappy.’ Mad that I have to deal with manipulation, lies and bullying that is dragging on this divorce and wasting time and money. Mad that this marriage was a lie.

              Mad he left me? No. He is someone else’s lying, cheating, selfish man-child.

              And yeah, the vibe that you are supposed to be the little family that is just supposed to get over it and move on. Ugh. Now I’m mad all over again. Lol

              • NorthernLight says

                July 11, 2017 at 9:14 am

                Yes, I get this… there is a difference in what causes our sadness/anger/etc., and it can take a long time to get over…

    • Joy says

      July 9, 2017 at 12:43 pm

      Yes and yes and yes and yes and yes all over the place. Yes.

  2. Gato says

    July 7, 2017 at 6:48 am

    My inner voice always told me “you have to go”. No reason, no consolation, no help. Just “leave”. So I did and moved to the other coast of the US with a new job.

    Chump Nation, this hurts so much now.

    • MissDeltaGirl says

      July 7, 2017 at 7:35 am

      Good for you for listening to your inner voice. So many of us drown that voice out or rationalize it away. Hang in there. It’s hard. You hurt because you cared. You were all in. That means you are capable of loving and being in relationship (As opposed to being a sociopath who can just walk away at the drop of a hat). That’s good! You just have to choose someone who is worthy of you next time. When you are hurting, remind yourself it’s because you have a soul. Give yourself permission to grieve the death of your relationship. Make time for silence in your daily life so that your inner voice can continue to be heard. Know that you are loved. ChumpNation has your back. Sending hugs your way.

      • Georgie says

        July 7, 2017 at 7:46 am

        Thanks for that inspiring message MissDeltaGirl.

      • Senior Chump says

        July 7, 2017 at 11:51 am

        Beautifully said

      • OneDaySomeDay says

        July 7, 2017 at 3:03 pm

        Love it. Rationalized the open marriage she demanded. Got into needing sleep medicine because my heart wouldn’t let me be. Off of it now, thank God. She’s now trying to isolated emergency from my in laws, who I love to death. Ugh.

        I’ll do fine without them and all, but it still hurts. She’s given me a chance her to build a whole new life though. I’ll take it in the end, but first let my heart speak freely, then rationalize it.

        Thank you again, it really hit home.

        • OneDaySomeDay says

          July 7, 2017 at 3:04 pm

          Isolate me from*

          Sorry bout that.

    • lostntx says

      July 7, 2017 at 7:50 am

      i envy you. i so wanted to move but kids kept me here. moved here for Xinlaws and my kids to be close to grandparents. oldest is a senior this year so i’m truly free a year from now. good thing i stayed because mother remarried and moved off. abandoned and moved away from family for a man she knew for less than 3 weeks. so, i’m mighty because i put my kids and responsibility above my need for tru wuv!

      • Out West says

        July 7, 2017 at 9:01 am

        Lostintx,

        I moved to Michigan for same. I’m here until youngest graduated HS. 5 more years. Then re-evaluate. You’re a good man.

        • Helena says

          July 7, 2017 at 5:16 pm

          Hi Out West, Im in Mich too

          • Out West says

            July 7, 2017 at 8:23 pm

            Hi Helena. What part of Michigan?

            • Helena says

              July 7, 2017 at 9:34 pm

              Cadillac area, up north

              • Out West says

                July 8, 2017 at 7:03 am

                Helena
                That’s a nice area. I’m in SE Mich. Northville.

        • Little Mighty Me says

          July 10, 2017 at 7:53 am

          OutWest- I work near Northville. You are in my neck-of-the-woods. I’m a SE MI native. I’d love to see you at MI meetup!

      • Beth says

        July 7, 2017 at 10:14 am

        You are mighty Lost! Your kids are lucky to have such a great dad.

    • Lady b says

      July 7, 2017 at 9:00 am

      You will be good, many years ago I moved across when I was 23 and had very little money, not enough for accomodation. I slept in the loading dock of a theatre for three nights and eventually found my way to a share home. If there is a will there is a way.

    • Doingme says

      July 7, 2017 at 10:47 am

      Gato

      It took so much courage to take that step. Please check out the forum for our meetup this month. There may be a solution to the transportation issue.

    • WifeOfKingTantalus says

      July 7, 2017 at 2:41 pm

      My inner voice would whisper you need to leave and when it did, and I was alone, I’d say it out loud. I’d say out loud I can’t do this anymore please leave him. I changed my cell phone code to HOPE. It kept me remembering all day that there’s a reason my phone code is HOPE… everything isn’t ok and there’s hope for me. Even at our most broken point we still have that light inside of us. We are survivors and courageous even if we are hurting. I have hope for love and safety and hope that I’ll have the baby I want so badly. A baby with a man that thanks me for bringing his child into the world. I finally left.

      • idle hands says

        July 7, 2017 at 9:52 pm

        Awesome!

      • NeverLookingBack says

        July 8, 2017 at 7:38 am

        I put post-it notes all around my house with affirmations that helped keep my mind on track when everything was falling down around me and I was in freefall – much like your HOPE password.

  3. IDeserveBetter says

    July 7, 2017 at 6:50 am

    I have a couple of inner mantras that help me get through the days. “I was happy before him and I will be happy after him” and when it comes to dealing with him for the kids I remind myself “I love them more than I hate him”.

    • OutOfSparkles says

      July 7, 2017 at 7:50 am

      IDeserveBetter – I have a mantra that I have been using recently “trust the Universe” and I have found it incredibly reassuring because the reality is that, when I do, things work out ok.
      Like most here, my life – and, in particular, that of my children has been totally turned upside down by the Sprout’s actions. He just left for his new life and I was left to clear up the debris – both practically and emotionally. Our house has sold and, despite the fact that there is a big shortage of rentals where I live, at least decent ones, I just picked up the keys for a really nice house (not as nice as the one’s we owned but pretty good – and it is just ours) where they were happy to take our 2 small dogs too. Every time I start to worry about the future I say this to myself and it really does help.
      I also really like your mantra of “I love them more than I hate him”. I kind of do this in my head mentally – take a deep breath before I have to interact with him in front of them. I do really hate him, more than anything else because of how he has treated them, but I love them so much and I know how awful it is for them anyway – I don’t want to make it any harder for them, so I am superficially pleasant, despite my feelings. A good mantra would be very handy though!
      🙂

      • Gorillapoop says

        July 10, 2017 at 5:17 am

        My mantra is/was “God is with me, God is my source. I am wise and I am motivated.” I use it to break the pattern of negative thoughts spiraling around in my head. Some days I have to say it a hundred times just to function. Some days I’m fine and genuinely happy. I am holding on to the philosophy that if your life sucks right now, just don’t make it worse. This too shall pass and if you just don’t make it worse, your own natural mightiness will kick in and ensure you come out of this and thrive. So far so good. It’s been 10 months since Dday #3. I had hoped by now to be “over it” lol, but I am still plenty sad, angry, heartbroken every other day at the loss of a marriage and family I thought I had earned. I am already better off without him, by every objective measure, so why do I still hurt and why do I still find myself in meetings at work writing my mantra in my notes over and over again just to keep it together? My mom told me once ‘slow growth is good growth’ so I think I need to be more patient with myself and my need to grieve. When I start feeling sorry for myself, I try to give myself permission to feel those feelings, and respond to them by doing something kind for myself and my kids. Thanks for being here, CL and CN, we are not alone.

    • egans says

      July 7, 2017 at 8:42 am

      I love that. ” I love them more than I hate him”.

      • ItIsWhatItIs says

        July 7, 2017 at 11:03 am

        Yes, I love this quote! I love my daughter more than I hate him!

    • rickb89 says

      July 7, 2017 at 12:27 pm

      I love them more than I hate him.

      Outstanding quote!

    • blindsidedinboston says

      July 7, 2017 at 9:29 pm

      That is my mantra – I love my kids more than I hate him. I remind myself every day.

  4. brit says

    July 7, 2017 at 6:52 am

    I’m not going to give him the pleasure of seeing me wither away and die (although I’ve felt like I wanted to) also I want to live long enough to collect half of his social security and my share of his retirement.
    I’ve heard he finds that very upsetting.

    Somedays have been more difficult than others. I don’t know if I would be where I’m at today if it wasn’t for waking up to CN every day and reading for inspiration.
    ~Thank you~

    • Attie says

      July 7, 2017 at 8:08 am

      I refused to whither too. The morning after he pinned me to the bed and threatened me with a broken whiskey bottle, I raced off to the hospital to get a medical report and then carried it to the police station and filed a complaint for domestic violence. THEN I went to work. You can imagine what I looked like! The Staff Counsellor and the Doctor called me down to the Medical Service (they knew what was going on) as they were very worried about me. I was a wreck. A little later they sent me a message asking how I was and I just replied “spitting fire”! And I was. The cops arrested that mother-fucker and when the court date came I was told I didn’t have to appear but I went anyway. I stared at him all the while he told his lies. He wouldn’t look at me and the veins on his neck nearly burst. Ha, bloody ha, you wanker. If you didn’t get me that time you NEVER will. And he didn’t. I took out a new mortgage at age 53 and will be paying a 17-year mortgage off in 7 and then I will retire. And now I have my life back but I suspect that oxygen-sucking worm will shrivel land crawl back into his hole sometime soon.

      • Attie says

        July 7, 2017 at 8:10 am

        Oh and he got convicted!!! So now he has that on his record.

        • ChutesandLadders says

          July 7, 2017 at 10:44 am

          Attie, you are MIGHTY!

          • Doingme says

            July 7, 2017 at 10:49 am

            Way to go Attie!

      • Peacekeeper says

        July 7, 2017 at 11:27 pm

        Attie,
        YOU are a Brave Heart!
        ❤️
        I look up to you!

    • Linda says

      July 7, 2017 at 10:24 am

      Brit, I will think of you and the other chumps getting half of retirement monies with a smile. My CH managed to quit his job and spend all of his inheritance before I could file for divorce. He did it with lightning speed. So now he laughs at me and tells me he will take half of my income and retirement if I file. He can too! My lawyer had worked everything out so that as soon as CH received his inheritance, I could file. He had a job and a tidy sum of money. I could have at least not had to pay alimony. But now I am stuck. My son is in college and he took me aside a couple of weeks ago. He said a few of he friends have had to quit school to support themselves and have had trouble keeping a roof over their heads because their parents divorced. He thanked me for sacrificing my freedom so he could finish school. As someone already said today, I love my kids more than I hate him.

      • Doingme says

        July 7, 2017 at 10:56 am

        Linda, be sure to change the beneficiaries on your retirement and make out a will if you aren’t divorced.

        What a fucking loser. So sorry.

        • Linda says

          July 7, 2017 at 12:22 pm

          Doingme, I did! I changed my life insurance, etc all to my sons names. I told CH I did it so he wouldn’t “help” me die somehow.

          • rickb89 says

            July 7, 2017 at 12:33 pm

            You really do have to wonder if the cheater exes will kill you for financial gain.

            Before I threw my cheater ex out of my house, I wouldn’t eat anything she made, and I would also sleep with my bedroom door locked. Prior to that I was waking up with strange bruises, and blood on me. I think when I was in deep sleep, she would come in and hit me while I was asleep. There was nothing else I could think of to explain it.

            • Feelingit says

              July 7, 2017 at 2:06 pm

              Had a useless custody mediation to check off a box this morning and am just ow processing it. I don’t feel a bit mighty but I probably am for sitting through it with a poker face and keeping my composure.
              Now all I can think is I would love to scream fuck you at the mediator who has known serial cheating fuckwad for a grand total of about an hour and yet he could sit there and tell me I think he really wants to have a relationship with his kids and that is best for the kids unless they are in physical danger.
              Just before I read these posts, I was thinking, how do I know they wouldn’t be in physical danger? I didn’t know he would cheat on me and put me at the risk of std’s from unprotected sex. I did get a series of yeast infections when he was fucking shmoopie.
              I just stared through mediator as he rattled on about how a judge would probably give him One night a week, every other weekend and half of the holidays. He would also get two weeks for vacation. All the while I am feeling like he is telling me to send my kids with my rapist. I guess I am mighty for not collapsing. So surreal.
              To close the session, mediator says that there is just so much distrust and animosity, that he does not feel things can move forward until after therapy begins. Fucktard cheater interrupts and says I do not think that cuts both ways. I had to bite my tongue not to respond:of course not asshole, you can trust me, I have never lied to you, but you on the other hand have made me eat shit sandwiches for years and Treated me like crap for years and I can trust nothing that comes out of your vile mouth.

              • Eilonwy says

                July 7, 2017 at 2:18 pm

                This is such a tough spot to be in, Feelingit. Please know that it will get better–not in some wonderful, immediate way, but slowly as the truth comes out (i.e. Fucktard doesn’t show up for custody, disappoints the kids, etc.) Also, you will find new patterns and joys once the legalities are settled.

                Basically, either the mediator is right (which I don’t believe), and the kids will be healthier for having two involved parents, or the mediator will be wrong (which is probably true in 95% of these cases with a cheater), and the custody he wins will slowly unravel. You’ll be frustrated with every thread that frays, but learning that their dad is a jackass is part of the shit sandwich that kids, unfortunately, have to learn on their own.

                Please keep biting your tongue and practicing that poker face–we know that jackass is baiting you trying to create a new narrative with him in the starring role of martyr.

                You are Mighty and shouldn’t have to spend a minute of your life mediating his selfishness.

              • pregnant chump says

                July 8, 2017 at 2:12 am

                How old is your child again feeling it? I am going to have to go to mediation soon. I’m absolutely dreading it. I sounds like it just doesn’t work with cheaters and liars. Thankfully the 1st appointment I have is an individual meeting, I don’t want to have to look at him, he makes me want to throw up.

            • newme says

              July 7, 2017 at 3:14 pm

              My X was so pissed that I got half his pension that he worked “the streets” for 20 years for and I did nothing to deserve half of it. If he dies it will stop for me, which sucks and if i die he will get it back. I have told may people to investigate him if I ever disappear. If that isn’t reason I don’t know what is. I have him on tape calling me every thing but a white women because I told him I was going for half his pension and him getting mad and throwing everything off the counter and telling me he will run over everything before he gives me anything.

              • rickb89 says

                July 7, 2017 at 3:43 pm

                I often wonder if there’s been an alien implant device or a demonic infiltration of a large number of the population making them all behave the same way

                Everybody talks about cheaters operating from the same script, and they do. There’s got to be something making that happen.

              • Drew says

                July 8, 2017 at 3:34 am

                Do your homework. Your half of the pension doesn’t need to return to ex, and when he dies you should still be collecting your half. Make sure to sit down with someone familiar with retirement issues. A QDRO is often needed to spell out your wishes but this requires someone with a great deal of expertise (not necessarily a amply law lawyer either).

              • Feelingit says

                July 8, 2017 at 5:55 am

                Pregnant chump, I feel the same on throwing up. I learned on this site to ask for separate rooms and got it. Mediator asked me privately if there was abuse and I said no, he bullies and intimidates and mediator said that is abuse. We were in separate rooms 90% of the time which made it better.

                This was court ordered mediation and my lawyer said from the outset our case would not settle here. It was just something I was forced to do. The mediator was good in some ways but others terrible. He kept interrupting me and talked on and on about himself and his opinions. In the end, you can’t settle visitation when stbx has no relationship with kids- they are 17, 15, and 13. The 17 year old is almost out of the picture.

                I have sole custody now because he abandoned us. Only now that he realizes I want to keep it that way is he freaking out and desperate as his perceived loss of control and making crazy plays for custody which further alienate the kids.

                I woke up again thinking what a horrible role model he is as he is absolutely unscrupulous. Makes me angry when people like mediator say the kids will see his faults and not repeat them. That is a crock of shit. I see my adult son and 17 year old treating me like he did regularly and it is not easy to stop.

                So my required mediation is over and we continue with high conflict for now. I assume your kids are younger so it will be different. My kids have more choice but look on the bright side, hopefully you will have more exposure management as they develop. Hugs to you. You will be mighty in mediation!

            • StarStuffGoddess says

              July 7, 2017 at 4:13 pm

              Mine took out a life insurance policy on me after D-Day, with a smirk he told me “If you kick off, I’ll need someone to take care of the animals.” This was I was falling apart physically and emotionally.

              I was losing so much weight, couldn’t keep food down, hair was falling out. I got this idea in my head that as long as he had access to the house, (we were “nesting’ and alternating times alone in the house), he was quite possibly poisoning me.

              It really became a bit of a “thing” in my head.
              Turns out, he WAS poisoning me, just not the way I thought.

              The further away I got from him, the better I felt.

              • NoMoreEvil says

                July 9, 2017 at 2:16 pm

                That’s scary, StarStuffGoddess. I’m glad you figured it out and you’re okay. Right before the divorce my XH kept talking about the life insurance and it was very creepy. I felt like he was planning something and I made sure I took his name of of mine.
                I just read a newstory where someone killed their spouse after four months of marrige, but the policy was left in the former spouses name, so not only did the person go to jail for murder, the first ex-spouse got the payout.
                These narcissistic monsters are capable of anything, so CN please protect yourselves both physically and financially!

              • Gail says

                July 10, 2017 at 8:21 am

                My hair fell out also due to the stress of 36 years of putting up with man child ?! I even had to wear wigs! A Pyschiatrist told me to lock myself in my bedroom because he was that dangerous during the divorce! Murder looks good to them when your taking your share of assests! Many women are murdered when they are leaving an abusive relationship not because the husband does not want to lose them but rather because the husband does not want to lose his money , retirement, or respect from family!

              • NoMoreEvil says

                July 9, 2017 at 2:20 pm

                Just clarifying the newstory thing I mentioned in my post, the newlywed spouse of four months had set up a hit on the spouse for the purposes of getting the insurance money. Smh

      • StarStuffGoddess says

        July 7, 2017 at 4:11 pm

        Linda–So sorry to hear that the laws are not in your favor and he was able to get away with this horrible trick. Life can be so unfair sometimes… and these people….have no conscience.

      • Manic Pixie Nightmare says

        July 8, 2017 at 3:59 am

        Linda,

        Did he spend it all on schmoopie? Even if he didn’t you shoud be able to prove he wasted marital assets. Other chumps can elaborate more but it sounds like you need a private detective, an auditor, and a new lawyer.

        • Linda says

          July 8, 2017 at 12:49 pm

          Manic Pixie Nightmare, he didn’t spend it on Skankawhorus. He bought televisions, gadgets and so on. There is really not much to show for where it all went.
          I am amazed at how quickly it all went down the drain!

    • Peacekeeper says

      July 8, 2017 at 6:49 am

      ThankYOU Brit, for your compassion and your inspiration.
      In CN’s eyes you are mighty!

  5. left him at the airport says

    July 7, 2017 at 6:57 am

    I kept telling myself simply that LIFE WAS TOO SHORT to accept this bullshit existence with him. And that I wanted to look back and KNOW that I made the right choice for myself and my kids, even if that choice meant I was going to have a few rough years to get back on my feet. That beyond the crap, there WOULD be a better life for the kids and I without him. And it truly is FANTASTIC without him now. Best move ever.

    And my mum kept powering me through, saying “this too shall pass”. You just have to keep pushing forward at a slow and steady pace ????

  6. Matilda says

    July 7, 2017 at 6:57 am

    I kept/keep going for my 4 kids. I would walk through fire if I had to, for them. I am still putting one foot in front of the other because of them.

    • Shadowfire says

      July 7, 2017 at 7:10 am

      Same here. I did, and continue to do, all I can to ensure my son knows he’s loved and has every opportunity to achieve his goals in life. He’s not afraid of hard work and is a kind, intelligent young man that I’m very proud of. If not for him, I’d be that antisocial crazy cat lady with a dozen cats lol

    • lostntx says

      July 7, 2017 at 7:55 am

      I’m in the same boat as you. We are people that do what needs to be done. Not because it’s always fun and rewarding, but because the kids need a sane human in their lives. I had to fight a lot of urges to just pick up and go. In the end, it was for my girls and I continue to just put one foot in front of the other. It get better. Over 2 years out and my life is slowly improving. I know that its going to be better than it ever could of ever been with X.

      • MotherChumper99 says

        July 7, 2017 at 11:12 am

        Two years out too. Things do keep getting better and more peaceful.
        My 4 kids kept me going — I couldn’t leave them with a legacy of suicide and they need me– the younger ones needed real things: meals, clean clothes, clean home, family dinners, school lunches, my interested and loving face watching them while they do their activities, rides to and from school, hot lunches to eat during busy school days, a listening and validating ear to vent to, holiday traditions maintained, turkey roasted, stuffing, birthday presents and cake, pies, Christmas stockings filled with chocolate Santas, forms signed, tv shows to watch together, a loving presence when old pets had to be put to sleep, memories to share, someone to take them to doctor and dentist and orthodontist, to buy groceries and toiletries and clothes and shoes. Someone to organize parties. Someone to teach them resilience, and how to face adversity and persevere. How to have dignity, integrity, compassion. I teach my kids those qualities through my actions.
        X abandoned. Youngest sees him 3 times a month for less than 1 hour each.
        I’m all they have on the parenting front. It’s my #1 priority, my life’s passion, all I ever wanted in life was a family.
        That kept me alive. Keeps me striving to recover today. Keeps me on the path to building a life.
        I’m proud of myself for leaving, choosing an abuse-free life, getting divorced, fighting for my kids and for myself. For our financial health and future. My law career is flourishing now. My finances are stabilizing. My health is excellent. These are blessings and I’m grateful. I have the gift of the willingness to be no contact, to choose myself, to protect myself. That keeps me resilient.

        • Peacekeeper says

          July 7, 2017 at 11:36 pm

          Beautiful post Mother Chumper99!

          • Drew says

            July 8, 2017 at 3:38 am

            Ditto! Love that you celebrate all those little things that make life beautiful.

      • GrayDivorce says

        July 8, 2017 at 8:29 am

        I had the advice of several friends and family members to keep me going. My sister told me the best revenge is to live well…which really resonated with me when asshat said he was really worried about how I would survive without him lol. A fellow chumped friend told me after DDay to do something nice for someone else AND yourself every day to get through it. And in the words of Dorie from finding Nemo “just keep swimming” has kept me putting one foot in front of the other. Although the process has been slow and painfull, I have taken my devastated kids from tanking grades and behavioral outbursts over the loss of their family to kids who are now happy with good friends while excelling in school and sports.I started a new hobby to do at home , being available to the kids while asshat runs around dating schmoopie. I stopped stress eating, took up a new sport and lost 60lbs, 20 more to go. Next plan…back to school to finish my degree. Its all about me baby!!!!

        • MJB says

          July 8, 2017 at 9:46 pm

          You are extra mighty!!!

    • AllOutofKibble says

      July 7, 2017 at 6:43 pm

      Exactly.
      I found CN on D-Day and I read here how my kid would learn from the behavior I modeled, so I had to model strength and resilience. I was going to make it through the hell and be fine on my own. And I am. Now I really want my child to see what a genuine, loving, trusting, kind, reciprocal relationship is. And I’m making progress there too. ?

    • Chumptitude says

      July 8, 2017 at 5:24 am

      I keep going for my kiddo too… I’m modeling strength, resilience, and dignity as much as I can so she hopefully will have a better picker than I had!

      • Notsofragile says

        July 11, 2017 at 3:48 pm

        Knowing I’m resilient has helped me through this. Iwent through more serious things, a sick sibling, being molested as a child twice, these things could have broken me. But XH leaving did hurt. For the life I wanted, the man I thought he was, makes it harder when he dangles the thought of him changing in my face over and over and how we can just pick it all back up. But the fact that my two young kids look at me and still think I’m the best mom even at times when I haven’t been able to hold it together in front of them keep me going. I am mighty because almost 8 months from dday I have fought hard to put my life on a me track again. Lost 35 pounds, have been pushing to promote at work and support myself fully, and am set on finally getting my BA. Lastly I am mighty because my son tells me I’m a beast. Yes for them I am.

  7. Aeronaut says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:02 am

    My mother.

    She had two kids when my abusive, probably cheating father died. She kept us clothed, fed, and raised us well while holding down a full time job, and managed to send both of us to great private schools for junior high school through college. If she could do that, the least I could do to pay it forward was to get through my own far less daunting challenges.

    Hugs. Strength. Peace.
    aeronaut

    • lostntx says

      July 7, 2017 at 8:02 am

      It amazes me how people in the past endured such hardships! They just pushed through and kept going. My mother’s dad died when she was around 3. Left behind a wife and 7 kids. Her mother managed to house them and keep them feed. I always heard that she had poor health to boot. She died when I was a toddler but I sure would’ve like to have known her. Thanks for the reminder that what I experienced was rough but nothing in comparison to what many in this world face daily.

  8. Amiisfree says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:05 am

    When my divorce process started, I was also attempting to survive a very traumatic death experience (a family member). Over the next several years, I lived through the illness and death of many more people (and pets) who I dearly loved.

    Entirely lacking in support system, I made some shitty choices trying to survive. It might seem like surviving is the measure of my resilience, but it isn’t.
    The real measure is the owning up to the shitty choices and doing the corrective work to realign with my true core values again. Over 15 years in, that work continues, and I still embrace it, even though sometimes it is really tough. *That’s* the resilience.

    • VulcanChump says

      July 7, 2017 at 9:34 am

      Thank you for this, Amii. I drank too much after I dumped Rhys and it still shames me. I just have to say to myself that I know I can do better.

      • Amiisfree says

        July 7, 2017 at 2:21 pm

        Our broken hearts deserve our love. You are no less beautiful now. 🙂

    • ChutesandLadders says

      July 7, 2017 at 11:35 am

      Well said, and well done, Aimiisfree!

      The path to Meh is covered with loose rocks that will trip you up, as well as prickly thorns that hurt a lot when you fall on your face. My path also had a lot of seductive pit stops that offered fattening food, numbing drinks, and easy access to X’s email. Looking back, I’m embarrassed at how many times I indulged in those particular, destructive pit stops. Shitty choices for sure.

      First I had to recognize that I was deep in those pits. And that I was stopped and going nowhere. It took every ounce of willpower to decide to climb out and get back on track.

      My motivation came from my love for my children and a sense of value I never knew I had. I have three kids counting on me to be the sane parent, and I wanted them to know that I would never abandon them.

      When I discovered the cheating, I finally concluded that it wasn’t me, it was HIM. He is a lowlife. He was – and never will be – any match for me. That realization got me out of victim mode and into survivor mode. I then recognized the pit stops on the path to Meh as the same kind of seductive and destructive obstacles to joy that X had always put in front of me.

      It’s so much easier to walk right past the pit stops now! As I do, I’ve also noticed that the road isn’t as covered with loose rocks and thorns anymore.

      • Amiisfree says

        July 7, 2017 at 2:23 pm

        I am so happy for you that your journey has gotten so much more inspiring with time!! 🙂

    • rickb89 says

      July 7, 2017 at 12:35 pm

      Awesome

    • Amiisfree says

      July 7, 2017 at 2:19 pm

      Thanks, folks, and good for all of you!!!

      Truly, I have only really started shaking the shame over some of it in the last year. Shame is weirdly permeating. I can still find myself deluged in it over things from my early childhood that were really reasonable for my age at the time.

      Learning to redirect the old habit of drowning in shame is incredibly freeing, though, and empowering. (Finally, sheesh!!!)

  9. 24andcounting says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:06 am

    God gave me peace! I realized it all was a painful process that no one should have to go through, but victory, freedom and peace is on the other side. I was able to get our youngest daughter graduated from high school through the aweful process. The divorce is final just a little over a month now and I am exhaling slowly but surely exhaling. Finding myself is a new adventure! Just keep putting one foot in front of the other!

  10. Pret says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:07 am

    My 10 year old keeps me going…knowing that I’m the parent that she will always turn to humbles me. It makes me know that I will come out on the other side OK. Five months out from D-Day, almost divorced, moving out of state…I have to believe that God has a better plan for my life…that the intense emotional suffering (we were together for 18 years) is not all happening for no reason. As I read before- this is my life NOW but this won’t be my life forever…that thought keeps me going.

    • ImAPhool says

      July 7, 2017 at 7:09 am

      I love this.

      “this is my life NOW but this won’t be my life forever…”

      Stay strong.

  11. ImAPhool says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:07 am

    To recognize that one person cannot and will not have so much power over my life that I let this destroy me. I have to do this. It’s my life and I must move on. No one can pickup the pieces but me. Hopefully there are others to help along the way but ultimately my life is my responsibility.

    Not always easy to do and somedays it will weigh you down but you have to believe there’s a lot more life to live. So live it.

    • SaraSen says

      July 7, 2017 at 7:09 am

      AMEN. Perfectly stated!

  12. SaraSen says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:08 am

    We weren’t given a choice about our spouses’ lying and cheating. We were blindsided, gutted, mindfucked, abandoned, and left for dead. I’d venture a guess that many of us lost ‘dear friends’ who couldn’t fathom or handle the magnitude of our loss. We were victim-shamed and questioned about “our role” in the infidelity…we were accused of asinine things, like gaining too much weight and not folding socks properly. We had our safety, security, and control of our lives violently ripped away from us through no fault of our own…and yet here we are!–ALIVE. BREATHING. Telling our stories. Resilience, unlike infidelity, is something we get to choose. In the midst of a nuclear bomb being dropped on our lives, we forced ourselves to get out of bed and shower, to go to work (or find jobs, if we didn’t have them before), we continued being caregivers for kids/pets/elderly parents, we made it through birthdays and holidays despite overwhelming grief, and in those small, simple daily tasks, we decided for ourselves to keep moving. That’s resilience–when you have every single reason to give up, but you choose to keep moving forward.

    • unicornomore says

      July 7, 2017 at 7:25 am

      Preach it !

    • NotThisGirl says

      July 7, 2017 at 7:26 am

      SaraSen, I couldn’t have said it more perfectly!! ??

    • willowchumpx30 says

      July 7, 2017 at 7:35 am

      Exactly! it describes what we all went through, what we all felt.

    • Al says

      July 7, 2017 at 7:40 am

      This is beautiful. Thank you.

    • ImAPhool says

      July 7, 2017 at 8:05 am

      So many ways to sum it up. This is def one of them. Stay strong ?

    • KeepSmiling says

      July 7, 2017 at 8:28 am

      This!!! ❤❤❤

    • Rachel says

      July 7, 2017 at 8:39 am

      AMEN.

    • Keepin' Calm says

      July 7, 2017 at 8:44 am

      Love this!!! So well said!

    • newdaydawning says

      July 7, 2017 at 9:03 am

      Sarasen that was so perfectly said it brought tears to my eyes. Thank you

    • cmh2015 says

      July 7, 2017 at 9:14 am

      Well Said!

    • brandib says

      July 7, 2017 at 9:55 am

      This a thousand times…

      • Doingme says

        July 7, 2017 at 11:00 am

        Standing Ovation!

      • Gail says

        July 7, 2017 at 12:12 pm

        Yes …..yes …..?✌️???a proud and happy survivor that made it to the other side:) : ) 🙂

        • Notsofragile says

          July 11, 2017 at 5:19 pm

          Yessss! Dday was my moms birthday, still beautified put lipstick on and got myself to her house to celebrate with her, a mans dumb actions won’t taint my mommas day

    • conniered says

      July 7, 2017 at 11:01 am

      This is brilliant. So eloquent SaraSen.

    • MotherChumper99 says

      July 7, 2017 at 11:22 am

      Yes! This!!!!!

    • FinallyMovingForward says

      July 7, 2017 at 12:04 pm

      I love this!!! Thank you.

    • Flowerlady says

      July 7, 2017 at 2:25 pm

      Beautifully said!

    • lyndaloo says

      July 7, 2017 at 6:05 pm

      This is my first time on this site and I’m not terribly tech savvy I don’t know how to post a comment by itself or maybe you just reply?
      At any rate I’m 72 years old and was married for almost 40 years. 3 months ago he told me he wanted a divorce he had fallen in love with a women from his bridge club. Well I was stunned! After 40 years we been retired 16 years have travelled the world, no money issues, could do what we pleased. Good kids all successful and 4 beautiful grandkids. What more could anyone want? Oh and he thinks he’s a great guy because there hasn’t been any sex only an emotional affair. Can you believe this idiot! He had tried this once before with a women at work and she tejected him. So the Chump took him back and here we are again. I have a suspicion he’s been trawling for someone for years, when I look back at his behaviour all the signs were there I guess I didn’t notice having too much fun being retired or maybe I didn’t care enough ?
      Well not this time, I told him to get the Fuck Out and take his things with him. That was 3 months ago almost to today. Got my lawyer to draw up a separation , told him I wanted half if everything, sold the house and bought myself a new place in another town, And the last of the money will be transferred to me next week! I am lucky I had a good job and have enough money to live comfortably I know lots of women don’t. I’m in good health, nice looking for my age, I don’t know how many years I have left on this earth but that moron is not going to destroy the rest of my life I’m ‘movin on’. I have a wonderful family and good women friends who are aghast at this situation. I think this site is wonderfully supportive to all us chumps, my advise what would you tell your best friend if she were in this situation? Keep moving forward however slowly, forward is forward! All the best to my fellow Chumps!
      .

      • bringitahole says

        July 7, 2017 at 6:57 pm

        wow 40 yrs and 72..i am impressed. i am 66 and had 30 yrs. resilience for me was delaying retirement (he was remodeling our beach house for my retirement when a golddigger tramp shook her butt in his face and he dropped his pants) and going to work everyday. the most dangerous place for me is in my head and the weekends are killer. my girlfriends were my life savers..thank God for girlfriends! i have turned a corner in emotional devastation department after 3 months and am doing fun things i left behind that the grumpy old man didnt want to do. surviving is not good enough..i will thrive and find my joy again! hugs to all!

      • StarStuffGoddess says

        July 7, 2017 at 7:22 pm

        lyndaloo,

        You are mighty. Just sayin’.
        I love the “no nonsense” approach. Pull off that bandaid and start healing.

        You are an inspiration. I wish I’d had your guts at 54…

    • Helena says

      July 7, 2017 at 8:11 pm

      I love you SaraSen, this is just the best post, you have a way of cutting to the chase of how we all felt and what strength it took to just function. As for me I haven`t been particularly mighty but one day said I was not letting my home and property go to Hell in a Handbasket because of coward and slut so I began furiously cleaning redecorating to the extent I could afford to, painted ceilings all by myself. Cut the grass and raked all the leaves up I am out here in the country so lot of work and I so remember throwing the rake down more than once in tears but I wasn`t going to let the fool defeat me. Faithfully taking care of my then 2 now almost four year old grandaughter once a week not missing any week during the whole entire nightmare of his cheating and abandonment. And he had to walk out one week before same grandaughter`s second birthday party which I had promised my daughter I would help with. I did it and God knows how… Will never forgive him for spoiling that day for me. So all in all nothing really outstanding but I did get back to a normal functioning level. And now planning to get much needed exterior repairs done to my home. They had been needed for years but did lazy coward attend to them? No and really we can look back I think and say we had been carrying quite a load alone for the most part.

    • Givemestrength says

      July 7, 2017 at 9:59 pm

      Thank you SaraSen. I needed to read this. I am generally a strong/positive person but I am only 4 weeks out from D Day. Doing my best but have moments of such intense grief and pain. Especially night time when I know he is with AP. I kicked him out/filing for divorce and he moved in with her. I don’t want him back bc I know I deserve better but I really just want this horrific pain to stop!

      • Drew says

        July 8, 2017 at 4:11 am

        Baby steps, Givemestrength, just keep doing one day at a time. Celebrate small stuff. Taking a shower and getting to work every day was key!? Grieve. Coming to terms with the end of a marriage is no easy process…and it’s hard when dealing with betrayal and everything infidelity tosses our way. When my world was falling apart I found it helpful to practice extreme self care. Exercise, and lots of it, helped balance out my anger, and then I discovered Netflix. I’d never spent much time watching tv, too busy with everything else…but getting caught up in other stories allowed me to switch off my reality for awhile. So any series really (I found reading traumatic for about three years after, go figure!)…. West Wing, Brothers and Sisters, The Waltons, and Damages were early favorites, then my kids turned me on to Breaking Bad. I even loved the language! Music is also a good outlet, and I attended many concerts. Creating a new life with intention has really helped. So, hang in there. <3

        • LovedaJackass says

          July 8, 2017 at 7:04 am

          I had trouble with reading, too, for the first 6 months or so. But Law and Order (all varieties) and Blue Bloods saved me. There is almost never a time when they aren’t on regular cable.

          • StarStuffGoddess says

            July 8, 2017 at 9:04 am

            LovedaJackass,

            I found that I lost the ability to read, watch any film other than fluff, or do just about anything that required sustained concentration. It’s a few years out now, and it has yet to come back fully.
            I used to love to read; would immerse myself in book after book, heavy stuff. That is something as yet I am still unable to do.

            I also lost the ability to fall asleep unless I have something to listen to/focus on.
            For me it was audiobooks, (63 hours of the “Complete Sherlock Holmes” narrated by Stephen Fry is a winner!!!!!), or listening to some documentary on Netfliks.
            Classical music doesn’t quite do it, but seems to have some soothing effect now and then.
            When it’s quiet, and dark, and I’m alone with my thoughts, the faucet opens and bad things start pouring out. Sad to say, but most nights I still have to have something playing on my cell phone, tucked under my pillow…

            I hear you on the Law and Order!
            I watched/listened to every single episode and every spin-off, at least once.
            That and The Twilight Zone, Forensic Files–I know more about serial killers and sex offenders than I ever wanted to know. At least the Hollywood versions!

            I am curious to know if others have had this experience? It’s almost as if my brain has been re-wired in some way, maybe by trauma? I do feel physically altered.

            Hopefully when this is all over and I’m settled, the ability to read a book with some depth and the previous pattern of falling asleep in a quiet room will return.

            • Givemestrength says

              July 8, 2017 at 9:11 am

              I also love to read and have been unable to read anything except for CN blog. I also love certain TV series and I have had trouble watching too. I force myself to watch some TV shows. It’s been tough!!!! The shock symptoms are bad. I am anxious, lack of appetite, and feel like I am in a haze a lot of the time. I am only 4 weeks out so I think this should get better. Night time is the worst when I am alone with my thoughts. I have nightmares and find it hard to sleep. I don’t want him back bc I think he’s disgusting but I picture the two of them together and it makes me sick. It also makes me sick what he is doing to our son. I feel like at night my mind is on a never ending loop trying to figure out what happened and just being sad/angry about it. It sucks!!!!

              • NorthernLight says

                July 8, 2017 at 9:34 am

                I couldn’t really read much of anything for a long time after dday (but I could read Chump Lady, thankfully!), and I could only watch some tv shows and movies. (I avoided love stories and anything with adultery, which wipes out a lot of things.) But I had a show that allowed me some relief from my reality for a while when I watched it. And thankfully I ended up with a freelance work project (about 6 weeks after dday) that was challenging and enjoyable that also gave me a focus and required me to move forward. I couldn’t eat much either, had trouble sleeping (and I have never really struggled with that), and had nightmares with my ex and OW in them, when I did manage to sleep. And of course for the first weeks, I would wake up having forgotten what had happened and then would remember my reality again.

                I heard somewhere that when we go through traumatic experiences, our bodies work hard at handling our emotions and inner state, so we tend to be less physically attentive and more clumsy. I dropped a lot of things and had to pay attention going down the stairs because I felt so not-with-it and in a fog. (And I did not drive for a while either because I felt so inattentive that I thought it was unsafe.)

                These first weeks and months are so hard, but I think it’s completely normal when going through this kind of thing. It really does get better with time. Please take care of yourself….

              • Givemestrength says

                July 8, 2017 at 9:42 am

                Thank you!!!! I am going to try to keep looking towards the future and telling myself it will get better! I have that too where I wake up in the am and am reminded of my reality. It’s tough!

              • StarStuffGoddess says

                July 8, 2017 at 10:50 am

                GiveMeStrenth,

                The “Mind Movies” are the worst.
                For the first year or so, I had them too.
                Triggers, triggers, everywhere. Driving past where he used to hookup, seeing somebody’s name…lying in my bed alone, wondering if he had had someone else in it. (Decided never to ask, and refused to think about it. I loved my Tempurpedic Mattress and I would have had to throw it out!)

                If I’m any example, it does get better. Much better.
                These days, I hardly think of the man unless he contacts me about the divorce, which is taking forever.
                And when he does, he might piss me off because he’s a d*ck, but there is no emotional attachment to it at all. It affects me no more than if someone was a rude driver. I couldn’t care less what he’s doing, or with whom.

                I won’t lie by saying it didn’t take a lot of work on myself to get there.
                I went to therapy, I cultivated new friends, I constantly re-directed my thoughts to MYSELF and WHAT I WANTED and away from his sorry excuse for a self.

                Reading CN, other books about his “problems” (yes, I was an Amazon Chump of the first degree!), educating myself about what a manipulative, shallow creature I had unwittingly married, all came together under an umbrella of realization that he was a loser, and unless I wanted to live the rest of my life with soul-sucking excuse for a partner, I’d better get on with getting away from him permanently.
                That, and going NC as much as possible did the trick over time.

                Now the thought that bothers me more than any other is the one where someone else may be staying in my house, (which I designed), enjoying my farm, (which I created with my own two hands), sitting in my garden, picking my flowers and vegetables, with my animals, (whom I rescued, rehabilitated, love dearly, and can no longer see).
                THAT is a pain I just can’t seem to get over, so I choose to think about other things. It’s a work in progress.

                With regard to GUBU I achieved “Meh” after about two years of separation. (The law in my state.) The cherry on that sundae was meeting someone after that period, when I was finally ready to give to someone emotionally.
                Now I’m at “Meh-plus”. 🙂

                You’re still so raw over it, it’s a new wound for you. It will heal.
                But it will take time. I believe you’ll get there if you can focus on yourself as much as possible. And while you’re focusing on yourself, it might be helpful to keep a list handy of all the ways you got screwed over by this person.

                For me, once I saw who he REALLY was, there was no going back. I am so much better off, and you will be too.

                As CL says “Leave a cheater, gain a life”. Truer words were never spoken!

              • Givemestrength says

                July 8, 2017 at 12:01 pm

                Thank you so much for your advice and support! I know I don’t want him back but know the pain will take time to heal. You give me hope! I am very happy for you that you met someone great! When I am ready I hope that’s in the cards for me. ?

        • Givemestrength says

          July 8, 2017 at 7:32 am

          Thank you so much!!!!

      • Georgie says

        July 8, 2017 at 6:36 am

        You are only one month out Give me strength. The pain is excruciating I know and the worst part is you have to go through it to get out the other side. Let the tears flow. I am 5 months out and starting to feel better. Still moments of sadness but not as intense. Keep reading CL and find ways to express your feelings. I found talking to a psychologist and writing in a journal helpful. Seeing friends too. Reading booksalso. Runaway husbands by Vikki Stark and of course Leave a cheater gain a life by Tracy Schorn (Chump Lady)
        Lots of (((hugs)))

        • Givemestrength says

          July 8, 2017 at 7:33 am

          Thank you so much!!!!

          • Roberta says

            July 8, 2017 at 10:26 am

            Give me strength, so he is living with the OW huh? Try this exercise, it worked for me. Remember your evenings with him? Mine would sit in front of a TV and channel surf constantly. Then he would place his hand in his waistband of his pants (a la Ed Bundy) and fall asleep. Snores like a train, his upper denture would slip at a cock-eyed position and he drooled! Lovely. Do you think they are any different for the OW? Baseball for my Ex was almost a religion. He wanted to listen to his game with no interference or noise. Apparently Schmoopie hated this and they had very loud arguments that resulted in complaints from neighbors in her condo.
            Just know that once these guys get comfy and think they have hooked the next supply then all the romance is gone. Sound familiar? Same guy, no brain transplant happened when they left. He still sits and snores, farts, belches and then she gets to clean his nasty drawers on wash day. Lucky Schmoopie. Don’t think for a minute that they are romancing constantly because they aren’t.

            • Givemestrength says

              July 8, 2017 at 11:56 am

              This made me laugh! I love this! Thank you!!!! ?

              • Whodoesthat says

                July 10, 2017 at 7:46 am

                Having a laugh at this !! Could name a few bad habits in the personal care department. At one point i noticed he had shaved down there and even his legs ?? I said jokingly because i wanted him to laugh over it too . Unfortunately it was deadly serious and i wasnt taking it seriously so that was my bad and prob a sign he was impressing all those ladies . He completely denied he had shaved anything despite the disappearing evidence. So worse it just confirmed he was pathalogical liar on top of everything else.

    • Feelingit says

      July 9, 2017 at 7:03 am

      SaraSen, your post resonates with so many including me! It reminds me of the MC telling me I was not a victim when I told him I needed to find myself, that I didn’t know who I was anymore. I wish I would have had your words then to say wtf do you mean, I have been victimized!!!

      Now, looking back, I believe MC was a probably former cheater ( extremely rare if one can ever be former) .He always talked about he and his wife’s marital problems leading him to the counseling profession and he totally preached waiting out the affair and doing your best pick me dance. I agree that both partners in a relationship should constantly be doing the pick me dance but if one cheats, all bets are off and get out immediately,

  13. Penny Dreadful says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:08 am

    Deadlines. All my deadlines kept me going. I am a self employed seamstress, and if I don’t work, I don’t get paid, and I so desperately needed money! Many times I’d be sitting at a machine sobbing, but still worked through it. I had to. Otherwise, I would fail, and THAT I would not give him the satisfaction of!

    Also my daughter. There was a long stretch when I just didn’t want to go on, not as in suicide, but more like if I didn’t wake up tmw, I’d be happy. I knew that would kill her. So I got up for her. My daughter and my deadlines. Thank god for them both!!

    • ImAPhool says

      July 7, 2017 at 8:05 am

      Whatever works right ?

    • VulcanChump says

      July 7, 2017 at 9:36 am

      People like to say that surviving for another person isn’t legitimate but you’re proof that that’s a load of malarkey.

    • Helena says

      July 7, 2017 at 8:15 pm

      That was me would never have committed suicide but if I went to bed and not woken up that would have been okay too. and I tried to hold strong enough to my faith not to do anything foolish, but as you say the kids though mine are grown. How could we have done that to them?

  14. MMargaret says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:10 am

    I was desperate to do the right thing. I wasn’t a quitter. That’s the first thing he would say, right? And did. Anyway, the first glimmer of true clarity came when a pastor said to me, “You won’t break up the marriage by leaving. He broke it”. Hello freedom!!!! The women’s shelter helped me get away. There was little in the way of counselling and I couldn’t understand some people’s advice to be “angry”. Angry was dangerous and anything short of zen fed into the cheater’s claim I was crazy. So I just about went crazy keeping it under wraps and above it all. That was toxic. I wouldn’t do that again. But I channelled my life into getting a 3 year degree in two and raising the kids mostly myself. So, I guess I concentrated all that power into one good shot at freedom. Still I was shattered. The next step was to process it, belatedly, get the physical shock out of my system, learning to breathe and move my body freely, and finally – laughing at the stupid jerk’s antics in hindsight. If anyone told me that laughter would heal so well, I’d have worked on it sooner!

    • rickb89 says

      July 7, 2017 at 12:45 pm

      You know you’ve gotten to a good place when you can look back and laugh at your exes crazy antics

  15. growingwingsagain says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:10 am

    I kept telling myself “You can do this”. Also I had a lot of help from friends and, the big life-changer, Chump Lady when I discovered her. But the constant reminder to myself that I can handle this was the key.

  16. StaryEye says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:10 am

    I used to be proud of how big of a shit sandwich I could eat, not just from stbx but at work too. Can resiliency be a super power? Figured it made me special or was my talent before I knew what codependency, narcissism, or what a shit sandwich was. Anyway, I don’t think I want to tolerate shit sandwiches anymore.

    • Doingme says

      July 7, 2017 at 11:08 am

      Great point Stary. I too believed it was a super power, yet it was in fact lending out super traits to assholes.

      Now that you are aware you can surround yourself with authentic people who maintain reciprocal relationships.

  17. Cake says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:14 am

    I decided he didn’t get to choose, playing me for a fool while he traipsed around with his whore. So I chose me.

    • Amiisfree says

      July 7, 2017 at 2:26 pm

      I have a fridge magnet that says “I can only help one person today and I choose me.” I love that thing. 🙂

  18. HurtDadNYC says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:15 am

    During the worst of it, when it took a huge effort just to get out of bed and start the day because I felt nearly incapacitated by living a hellish nightmare, my simple mantra was ‘Every. Day. Move. Forward.’

    • FreeWoman says

      July 7, 2017 at 10:22 am

      Simple, and yet powerful! Love this.

  19. ChumpedToTheMax says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:16 am

    God, my kids, my dog, my garden kept me going. I was in the middle of graduate school, working on a research paper during DDay, but the class and the paper were great ways for me to work out some of my heartache. I decided he was not going to sideline last semester at school, like the good saboteur that he is.

    Also, for the first time in my 20 year marriage, I wasn’t lonely anymore. I could actually feel love and support from my friends and family (after I finally fessed up to how horrible things were at home). I put together a few friends to use as a support group, and held on for dear life until the divorce was final.

    I was blessed, I was fed up, I was ready to get my life back.

  20. ClearWaters says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:16 am

    My children. My job. Being appreciated by decent, honest people. As many chumps have already pointed out above, the Power of Choice.

  21. UXworld says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:19 am

    The example set by my parents.

    In so many ways, I’m not, never have been, and never will be like them. But I had a phenomenal example set for me, through all of the good and bad I witnessed over the years.

    Each of them had their ups and downs, both as spouses and parents, and of course there was so much I was not witness to. But their words and actions, both good and bad, shaped my view of what a healthy relationship is supposed to be, and I modeled that behavior in my own marriage to the Kunty Kibbler.

    When I told them I was getting divorced and all of the reasons why, I got exactly what I needed (and, deep down, what I knew I would get) — validation that I was not at fault, that I had always acted in good faith, pure intent, and with the well-being of my family always at the forefront.

    Due to circumstances beyond my control, I will not have the same type of stable home and unbroken family that they were able to sustain for 52 years,before my dad passed away in April. But my actions both before and after DDay made them proud. That’s what makes me resilient.

    • Susannah says

      July 7, 2017 at 9:51 am

      I’m sorry for your loss, UXworld. Sending hugs and prayers your way.

    • ShrylKL says

      July 7, 2017 at 10:16 am

      Freedom. I want my freedom back…. to be myself, to buy what I want, to feel comfortable in my own home, to be free and easy with my kids, to make a happy environment where we don’t have to perform all the time and suck up our feelings all the time, where I no longer live with the silent treatment, constant silent treatment and arrogance all the time- as if I was a second class citizen. I have worked very hard for a little no while raising two kids and maintaining a household, getting my ducks in a row, sucking it up every day to keep my kids’ lives on track, and to try to do well at work. Be pleasant to stbx while wanting to scream, now I want freedom!! It keeps me going…. also a better more stable environment for my kids. I pray I can get more custody… he is asking for 50%, but at least they will be free 50% of the time….

      • ShrylKL says

        July 7, 2017 at 10:18 am

        For a long while, darn autocorrect

      • Attie says

        July 9, 2017 at 9:48 am

        Oh my God ShryiKL, that is IT exactly for me. I wanted my freedom, my life back. Unlike most people on this site I was DELIGHTED when he ran off. I had been asking and asking for a divorce for years – even the kids begged him to agree to it, but he wouldn’t because he knew he was on to a good thing. He got to spend my salary (I earned more than him), he got me to sort out all the chaos he left in his wake ALL THE TIME, he got to use me as a punchbag (physically, verbally, mentally and financially) so why would he leave. I knew I was worth more than that but trying to get by on around 3 hours sleep a night kept me firmly under foot. So when he ran off I had to nail my feet to the floor to stop myself from jumping for joy. He wanted to come back 3 weeks later but that door was firmly shut. So he got the skank and I got my freedom. Thanks schmoopie.

    • Differently Chumped says

      July 7, 2017 at 4:57 pm

      “Due to circumstances beyond my control. . .”

      This.

  22. arlo says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:22 am

    I got myself off the floor by telling myself “I chose this, this is my decision.”

    Making it mine instead of something that just happened to me.

  23. ANC says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:24 am

    Inner script- he doesn’t get to have me. He will not destroy me. These clowns cannot take anything else from me.

    I think you know you are just a Thing to these people. They don’t value you. They don’t value their kids or the marriage. Everything is a prop or tool for them.

    Then there was the knowledge of the fuckbuddy minions. People you may know or strangers who conspired with the turd to cut you down. Fuck that shit. I KNOW I’m resilient. I’ve dug myself out of situations across the globe honorably.

    The hideous Mow with the prolapse. This was a bit of pain shopping right after learning I gave a huge chunk of my adult life to a serial cheating whore whose Plan A had them developing their true love escape. I was able to look through a large portion of her Wonder Years that included Asshat. This woman had been trolling me through his social media (they swapped logins like middle schoolers swap Instagram). She changes facades like people change underwear. Her new facade during this time was absorbing parts of me – my interests, pets, general style of house/home, etc.. creepy.

    During the horrific discovery, I was working, raising my kids and managing life. I called on my truest friends for support and followed their good advice- lawyer up, document, get checked for STDs, keep important files safe out of the house. I searched the web for insight to WTF I’ve been blindsided, found CL whose library posts made a lot of sense and hit it home.

    I did go through the classic Chump scenario of actually doing MC with the idiot. My cognitive dissonance ran high. My advice regarding therapy is do YOU, alone. No MC. If the cheater doesn’t want to “lose their family” (see how this doesn’t really include You as an individual???), let them sort their shit out with their own therapist For YEARS before even considering joint, marital therapy.

    If you chose to remain in the relationship, you need physical separation and a solid post nup. Your decision isn’t going to be swift like a cheater would hope. This is the second most important decision of your life. The first one was saying , “I Do.”.

    • ImAPhool says

      July 7, 2017 at 8:10 am

      More power to ya ?

    • Attie says

      July 9, 2017 at 9:53 am

      You mean you didn’t want to compete with the “hideous married woman with a prolapse”. Wow, just wow.

  24. willowchumpx30 says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:26 am

    I tell myself “if you cannot walk, then crawl” but keep moving! keep doing, keep living!

    • idle hands says

      July 7, 2017 at 10:08 pm

      Yes!!

  25. willowchumpx30 says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:28 am

    * my children are my biggest motivation and my biggest inspiration.

  26. bouncing back says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:30 am

    I credit my take no bullshit New Yorker attitude and my integrity for my resilience.

    Whenever I start to spin into the emotional side of what has been happening, I constantly remind myself this is what he wants me to do. He wants me chasing my tail emotionally, so that I neglect or delay in doing the right thing. Remind myself that he is this ordered and it has nothing to do with me.

    This keeps me focused on the business end of separation and divorce, and to keep my eye on the long-term strategy and outcomes. And if I do get into an emotional tailspin, I come here and reach out for support so that I can get back on track. Thank you CL for providing this place for validation !

  27. Quicksilver says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:33 am

    One time he told me “I’m going to break you. I’m going to destroy you.” I responded “I’m stronger than you think”. I realized at that moment that I was a much stronger person than him, despite the imbalance in our relationship. He never could overcome obstacles on his own. I repeated those words to myself often and I was determined to prove it to myself.

    • MissDeltaGirl says

      July 7, 2017 at 7:39 am

      You go!!!!!!!! So proud of you.

    • Tempest says

      July 7, 2017 at 8:43 am

      Awesome, Quicksilver! He sparked your inner badass.

  28. ICanSeeTheMehComing! says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:34 am

    I can’t tell you how many mornings required a concentrated effort just to get out of bed… let alone make breakfast, check homework, pack lunch, get my son to school, get to work, work, come home make dinner, get to his activities (or suffer through visitation absence), shower, bed.

    For many days – heck months… that was it. And you know what, THAT WAS ENOUGH. In fact, that was herculean looking back at the emotional wreckage Mr. Sparkles created with the discard for the OW.

    And I think that is where my resilience started… just realizing that doing the bare minimum was ENOUGH. Slowly, over time, I got stronger. I set more boundaries (which is very empowering!). I got back to church and got close to God (I listen to KLOVE every day). I got angry and I got honest. I told myself – cry tomorrow – today, get shit done. And then the days add up and before you know it, you’ve filed… your kids are back in their routine… you go to mediation and court… you ready CL every day and share your story… you join a book club or volunteer or try something new… and you find that you are doing more than surviving, you are living.

    And my friends, there is nothing sweeter than living a chaos free life and giving your kids a sane parent. The karma bus, for me, has a been… taking my son on great vacations… updating the house the way I want… putting in a new patio so I can sit by the fire with a bottle of wine when my son is gone with the fuckwit.

    Resilience is the act of faking it until you are making it.

    You’ve got this Chump Nation.

    • Keepin' Calm says

      July 7, 2017 at 8:48 am

      I loved reading this. You are indeed mighty!

    • YdontUStay says

      July 7, 2017 at 12:13 pm

      Very nice!

    • rickb89 says

      July 7, 2017 at 12:52 pm

      Awesome

    • Tilbeth says

      July 7, 2017 at 1:03 pm

      Love this!

    • Givemestrength says

      July 7, 2017 at 10:27 pm

      Love this!!!! Can’t wait to get to meh!!!!

  29. AlohaFreedom says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:35 am

    I have 3 daughters. They MUST know they deserve better than the treatment I endured at the hand of my stbxh. I must set that example. It’s not an option.

    • Ali says

      July 7, 2017 at 7:46 am

      Yes, I have two daughters, and I wanted very much to show them that you do NOT tolerate abuse (and that’s what cheating is.) You leave.

  30. Chumpalumper says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:37 am

    She promised to have my back, not plunge a serrated dagger into it.

  31. Cleopatra says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:42 am

    My brother came over to be with me that awful first night. He said, “when you look back some day you are probably going to see that this was the best decision you ever made.” At that moment I made up my mind to make it the best thing that ever happened to me. I didn’t choose the abuse but I do choose to make my life so much bigger and rewarding than it was while I was married to an abusive cheater. My resilience comes from my determination to choose my own thoughts to believe in. I choose to believe in me.

    • Givemestrength says

      July 7, 2017 at 10:28 pm

      This is very inspiring!!!! I am very close to D Day and this is how I want to be – strong! Just have to get there! Thank you!

  32. Sayonara Sad Sausage says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:42 am

    I told myself that I had to do this for me otherwise I would have wasted my life and we only get one chance, that better times are ahead and that I will not let someone treat me like dog shit. I play a sad song some mornings in the shower (used to every YAy progress) and cry for what I thought I had but then I stick to my routine I’ve created and get on with my day. I’m not to meh but I’ve had glimpses and that sustains me. I’ve made new friends am learning to play piano and don’t have to walk on eggshells anymore or be berated or be his mommy. Thank you CN and CL for making me know I CAN DO THIS we all can ????

  33. Free Vix says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:45 am

    The thing that has made me resilient through this shit show is knowing that I am RIGHT. There is righteousness in that. I was RIGHT to be furious, and that something felt off, and in my belief that it wasn’t my fault, and in knowing that he and the OW are skeevy scumbags. I’m right about it all.

    This might seem like a nanny-nanny-boo-boo moment in which I pump my hands in the air in vindication. But it’s not. (Or at least not *just* that.) I spent a decade backpedaling to appease my ex. Every time I had a legitimate concern or complaint and approached him about it (no matter how gently and sweetly), I always ended up apologizing to keep the peace and hold things together. I always ate the shit sandwich and claimed I was wrong to have needs, wrong to want to spend time together, wrong in expecting anything from him.

    No more of that. Insisting that I was *not* wrong for being pissed off was empowering, and it fueled my resilience. I am RIGHT to expect honesty. I am RIGHT to desire monogamy. I am RIGHT to enforce boundaries. I am RIGHT that his behavior was (and is) wrong, unacceptable, and amoral.

    This has been the fuel in my tank. That, and of course my amazing little boy, who was 2 when things blew up. Now he’s 5, and he still keeps me going every day. I just love that kid. <3

    • Little Mighty Me says

      July 7, 2017 at 9:35 am

      You took the words out of my mouth. I also backpedaled, minimized and rationalized for the sake of peace (mistakenly thinking peace and stability are the same thing). But about this, there was no denying my “rightness.” No sane person could possibly deny that what he did was just plain wrong.

      Only time I ever stuck to my guns in my marriage, regardless of how much chaos he tried to create when I didn’t back down. I was right and I knew it. I wasn’t backing down.

      The “rightness” also gave me a kind of “permission” I hadn’t allowed myself before. I had always put the marriage first, the family first…to my detriment at times. If I was faced with choices which would benefit only me or benefit the marriage, I picked marriage every time. But now I was right. I was justified. I was okay putting myself first, because there was no marriage after he broke it.

      • Free Vix says

        July 7, 2017 at 6:12 pm

        Yes, you nailed it! Tom Petty’s “I Won’t Back Down” has become my personal anthem.

    • JC says

      July 7, 2017 at 7:16 pm

      I love this…because it describes me, although I don’t think I’ve admitted that until now.

      Yes, I was right about her affair, being faithful, etc.

      But I was right a thousand other times during our relationship, but I bent over backwards to accommodate that “people have different perspectives,” even when her perspective was clearly the worse one.

      Sometimes, different perspectives are valid. Other times, one person is just wrong!

      Solid point. Thanks!

    • lily rose says

      July 8, 2017 at 8:53 am

      +3!!! The marriage was miserable, stuffing my thoughts and feelings because bringing them up led to hours of mind numbing dialogue about how I misunderstood him, assigned false motives to him, and he felt like I didn’t love him. I forgot the original topic as I tried to extricate myself from the pit of discussion. I would do something, anything, clean the sink to have something to do besides sit still for that, but of course that was unacceptable. I would try to physically leave and he would restrain me. I would try to go to bed (I worked early; he didn’t) and he would yank the covers off me and jump on the bed.

      Through all that I didn’t understand why I wasn’t thrilled about our marriage. I coped by having lots of girlfriends to talk to, but even that was discouraged. He didn’t allow them over, and he called me every half hour if I went out, and read me the riot act later if I didn’t answer. Otherwise I let a lot of my feelings go, or shut up about them except for rarely, and at those times life was hell.

      Then his betrayal was exposed, and 3 years later I filed for divorce. It wasn’t my reason other than making the divorce more acceptable to other people, who assume that’s why I divorced him. No, it was just my rescue.

      • Attie says

        July 9, 2017 at 10:03 am

        The Twat used to yank the bed covers off me too. That seems to be quite a common mo amongst these assholes. I was always up first (at the weekends he would stay in bed till midday), but God forbid I ever want to have a siesta at the weekends or if he had been up all night screeching with his guitar but would then tear into the bedroom and yank the bed covers off to make me get up ‘cos I wasn’t allowed to sleep if he didn’t feel like it. One time he made a full English breakfast at 4 a.m. on a school morning for me and me kids!!! When nobody wanted to get up to eat it he threw it across the kitchen and left the mess for me to clean up. So, no I didn’t divorce him because he cheated – that was my “get out of jail free card” because I hated his guts. Still do.

        • lily rose says

          July 9, 2017 at 9:48 pm

          I’m so sorry, and glad you are free.

  34. mickeyblueeyes says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:46 am

    Whilst we were together I felt so insignificant most of the time, that if I wasn’t around my ex and to some extent my kids wouldn’t really notice. Over the last 3+ years I’ve realised that my kids need me more than
    I ever thought, thats what’s kept me going through this hell, that my kids need a sane parent.

    I intend to live a long, happy and healthy life from now on.

    • lostntx says

      July 7, 2017 at 8:11 am

      Agreed on the sane parent. The other parent can continue to be all sparkley, but the kids need a rock. I am that rock for my kids and to hell with the X and the shit show!

  35. Luziana says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:47 am

    My daughter, my career, and once I knew what was really going on, pure, white hot unadulterated anger.

    Today I thank the Sluterus for taking the Toddling Slab O’ Man Baby off my hands. There is no way I would have survived my son’s death if I hadn’t already tasted the kind of pain he put me through.

    And mostly I take responsibility. I don’t blame myself because there are thousands of people walking around just as imperfect as me perfectly loved. But I chose two terrible life partners and fathers of children. Before I did the work of healing from severe childhood abuse I thought someone else could fix me. I thought vultures standing over me feeding on what was left of me were guarding me. Now I know there was nothing worse ‘out there’ than who was already under my roof.

    I don’t know how I did it, but I see how I do it now. Does that make sense? When someone makes weird demands, I laugh and turn away. When someone attempts to shape who I am to fit the gaping hole in their soul, I say ‘That’s not my problem to solve.’ When someone has deep satisfaction with my essential values, I remind them where the door is and how I paid for it.
    Don’t knock numbness. It builds wonders.

    Most of all, I think of my daughter and giving her not just the things I never had, but resetting her life experiences to a default of awesomeness. I will parent her with effectiveness and authority rather than leniency, helplessness, and

    I’m just leaving this new Kesha song here too. If you skip ahead to 1:00 when the song starts, prepare to be blown away. My daughter played it for me and by the end all I could manage through my wet face was, ‘It’s….good.”
    https://youtu.be/v-Dur3uXXCQ

    • OutOfSparkles says

      July 7, 2017 at 8:34 am

      Luziana – the song is so beautiful, just so perfect ..

    • Doingme says

      July 7, 2017 at 12:01 pm

      “I don’t know how I did it, but I see how I do it now.” Yes, it makes perfect sense.

      Amazing mom; amazing daughter.

    • Givemestrength says

      July 7, 2017 at 10:39 pm

      Wow – you are mighty! And this song is beyond perfect – made me cry! Thank you for sharing!

    • Leahsue says

      July 10, 2017 at 4:47 am

      I just found this site tonight. It may be what saves me. And this song. Oh My.

  36. Meh or Bust says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:47 am

    What kept me going? Many of the reasons already given here. But, most of all, the determination to model a “strong woman” for my 14 year old daughter. It is the opportunity to teach her so much and to try and undo my doormat behavior with her father over the course of her life.

    When her school let out in June, I took her to Utah to hike Zion, Bryce Canyon, etc. Both of us needed to go somewhere beautiful and peaceful to try and begin our healing process (Dday was the end of March).

    The place we stayed was full of amazing women that we got to know. At the end of our vacation, my DD looked at me and said, “You’re turning into a FemiNazi” (her word for an empowered woman). I wasn’t sure what to think about that statement, and then she said, “I like it. Before, you always used to give in.” I nearly cried tears of joy. That was my epiphany that things will get better for us. Knowing that this is an opportunity to help my daughter grow into a strong woman is what keeps me resilient.

    Well… that and reading again and again in CL’s book and on this site that the best way to get under STBX’s skin is to live a full and happy life! Sometimes, being ornery is a good thing! 🙂

    • Peacekeeper says

      July 7, 2017 at 11:54 pm

      Meh or Bust,
      You and your daughter are mighty!
      ((((Hugs))))

      • Meh or Bust says

        July 8, 2017 at 12:14 pm

        Peacekeeper, every time I read something you post I am overwhelmed by your true kindness. You and your daughter are going through an unimaginably difficult time and yet you are still able to find compassion and gentle words for others. I can only hope to someday be that kind of person.

        I must confess that in one of your posts here (where you said, “All these assholes who break a Chump’s heart. I want to line em all up and spray them with a kindness serum.”)… I was reading hastily and my brain substituted the word “napalm” for “kindness”… !!! LOL.

        Guess I’ll be working on this for a while! 🙂

        • Peacekeeper says

          July 8, 2017 at 1:32 pm

          Meh or Bust,
          YOU are a very kind person, you are there, you are very kind.
          I see it in your posts.
          I came inside to escape to CL, CN for a break. My daughter and I just took apart the casket spray. I swear she has pressed every funeral flower, to save for the children.
          Meanwhile the cheater calls frequently, wanting attention, telling us what to do and telling my daughter to buckle up. Yet he does not do one hands on thing to truly help.
          His loss.
          Thank you for your kind words.
          The sun is beautiful here today, but your post makes it shine even brighter.
          Thank you kind lady.

          • Tempest says

            July 8, 2017 at 3:53 pm

            Ugh, Peacekeeper, I am weary of your jackass cheater’s pronouncements and I don’t even know him. Every time he talks, just think this:

            lucy

            (And tell him Chump Nation told him collectively to STFU).

            So sorry for the grief you and your daughter are suffering, but glad you at least have each other.

            • Peacekeeper says

              July 9, 2017 at 12:46 am

              Tempest,
              Lucy in the pretty blue dress, I will think of you and her when I deal with the cheater’s remarks and I will have a big smile on my face.
              I am so blessed by the love and support of my beautiful, strong, loving daughters and an army of wonderful friends. They are always there for me and I for hem.
              Not so for the cheater. You reap what you sow.
              His loss.

              Thank you Tempest, I feel your strong arms pulling me up. I feel the caring heartfelt love of CN. I truly am so blessed!
              ?‍❤️‍??‍❤️‍??‍❤️‍??‍❤️‍??‍❤️‍??‍❤️‍????‍❤️‍??‍❤️‍??‍❤️‍??

        • Peacekeeper says

          July 11, 2017 at 2:19 am

          Meh or Bust,
          Napalm, I like that better,
          Sleep well,
          ((((Hugs))))

  37. SoThisIsMe says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:49 am

    My biggest struggle at first was trying to remind myself that I wasn’t at fault and I wasn’t who he tried to tell me I was. The manipulation, blameshifting and gaslighting made it very hard to remember who I was and I had to remind myself all the time that I was the sane one, and he was the asshole. That I was making the right choice. That the guilt would go away because it was only created by him. Basically, I heavily relied on “Trust that they suck”. Then once I finally internalized that, I reminded myself every day that I was strong enough to raise three small kids on my own because I had already been doing it – it was actually easier without him. And I would also try not to think to far ahead into the future because I would get overwhelmed. One day at a time – get the kids to daycare and home and bathed and fed and in bed, and if I could do that, I could survive. Every day I feel stronger, especially looking back at how ridiculous the whole situation was and what I actually put up with! I still can’t believe it sometimes. The newfound confidence makes me feel very hopeful 🙂

  38. RealMonkeyLove says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:52 am

    Keeping going being a dedicated parent and family provider when married to an abusive arsewipe who wouldn’t ever be satisfied, no matter what I did or what we had makes you pretty resilient.

    My parents lived through WWII. My Godfather spent 4 years in a POW camp after being shot down in 1941. His wife didn’t even know he was alive for about 6 months. Made my troubles, painful as they were look trivial.

    I realized that whilst it hurt, it wouldn’t kill me and I would be fucked if I would be beaten by a vain, selfish, entitled, lazy, cruel and callous middle aged harpy and her fuckwitted, preening AP.

    NO. FUCKING. WAY.

    NEVER SURRENDER, NEVER GIVE IN, NEVER LET THE ENEMY WIN

  39. bettherlatethan says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:52 am

    When you are married to a man-baby for decades, you have years and years of history and experience picking through the wreckage to find salvageable parts so that your family can survive. It’s a resume item. And that is what you draw on when you need to save yourself. The more years you have with these time-sucks, the more damage-control experience you have, and the more resiliency. Truth. Also, sense of humor. Because OMG. The old fools. From a distance you can see what clowns they really are. Not our tribe.

    • Keepin' Calm says

      July 7, 2017 at 8:36 am

      SO TRUE. I had 18 years of damage control. Of apologizing for his behavior. Or paying overdue bills. Of keeping things together. I was the parent in the relationship – and I was the ADULT in the relationship! I always knew I would be just fine without him and I am!

      • SoThisIsMe says

        July 7, 2017 at 10:51 am

        Completely agree!! Apologizing for his behavior and trying to save face was EXHAUSTING! Now that the drama of the divorce is almost over, things are unbelievably easier!

        • Keepin' Calm says

          July 7, 2017 at 2:34 pm

          Oh, it was totally exhausting! I love that I don’t have to worry about that anymore. It’s freeing!

          • NoMoreEvil says

            July 9, 2017 at 2:45 pm

            +1,000,000

  40. NotThisGirl says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:53 am

    The morning after I found out about his cheating, I woke up and I said to myself, you are still you! I reminded myself that I had existed for many years before I got married and was happy, healthy, and lived a good life. Although my world had been completely destroyed and I was losing almost everything I loved and cherished the most in life including my husband- I found moments of peace because I knew that the core of who I was could not be destroyed or taken from me. Eventually I would be able to experience laughter, happiness, and love just like I had before I even knew the cheater. He couldn’t take my spirit!

    Also in my moments of weakness when I wanted to take him back I remember reading on chumplady how there are dealbreakers in a relationship . You either are OK with being cheated on or you’re not OK with it. There will either be consequences i.e. divorce or there won’t be consequences. You either want to eat a shit sandwich for the rest of your life or make a new life for yourself. When presented to me in that way, the choice was simple. I was worth more, I deserved more, and if you cheat on me then I divorce your ass. These realizations and beliefs fueled my resiliency

    • Drew says

      July 8, 2017 at 4:20 am

      Love this!?

      • SheChump says

        July 8, 2017 at 5:39 pm

        >>the choice was simple. I was worth more, I deserved more, and if you cheat on me then I divorce your ass. These realizations and beliefs fueled my resiliency.

        I can relate to this tough stance when it comes to defending yourself. I also said, ha – I am NOT putting up with competing with another woman. Was he kidding? Didn’t he know that I was a very proud woman? (is that a good thing – I hate pride). I knew this butt-swinger for a long time and she was such a downgrade. (yanno, compared to ME!). Talk about stubborn – I was NOT going to pick-me-dance before I even read what it was. He said he wanted a divorce, I said, OK let us sit down and tell me what assets we have. I never shed a tear – nope, not ONE in front of him, not even during mediation. He only shed a tear when he was telling my sister about his affair. I wanted to wear combat boots after my performance all the way through it. I’m still stunned at my strength – even negotiating the divorce. I credited my mom and my mom solely for giving me a wonderful self-esteem. She had a very low one and she wanted me to feel special, and I do. Thanks Mom – and also, I found C/L, C/N 1/2 through my nightmare and they helped me push the lethal injection into the entire marriage.

        It took a village to give me resiliency.

        • NorthernLight says

          July 8, 2017 at 6:20 pm

          I did buy combat boots about a year after dday, and I wear them a ton now. 🙂

    • Leahsue says

      July 10, 2017 at 4:56 am

      THIS!!!!!

  41. totallychumped says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:54 am

    My X told me what he’d done and then wanted me to kick him out! obvs so he could then claim there was no chance of reconciliation as i had kicked him out, he wanted to paint himself as the good guy. So i said no i really want you to stay for me and your daughter and everything we have together if you don’t want that you can walk out of the door of your own free will.
    He asked me to “please just fuck me off” when i stood by what i’d said he left!
    My daily mantra is “whats for you won’t pass you” My baby girl keeps me going everyday 🙂
    Stay strong chumps xx

  42. Chumpedbutbetternow says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:55 am

    I did it all for my kids. I kept thinking, “you can’t let them think that this is what relationships SHOULD be”. “You have to make sure they are all OK”. Then one day I realized that not only were we all OK, we were doing great. On our own. We still are.

  43. MightyAgain says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:56 am

    I would tell myself that my life would be much better someday without him. I could envision my life being free from being criticized for every little thing.

    Faith in God. Faith that somehow there was a stronger force helping me along the way. There was this one Thanksgiving where I was without the kids, after dinner, I had to leave my family’s – just had to. When I got home, I cried like I never cried before, I got on my knees and asked God to take this pain away, to help me heal. That really was the turning point in my healing process.

    Being Grateful. I talk to myself about this all the time. When it all seems so unfair, that they are living the Fantasy life of vacations, kid free days and weekends away, and seemingly no money problems. I tell myself of the REAL things I have, the admiration and respect of my Children, my health, my best friends, and the love and support of my extended family (his too).

    Two months ago, I bought my own home and moved, and fixed the new place on my own with help of friends and family. As I was carrying my boxes 3 flights of stairs to my car, I would tell myself, “You are Mighty” You did this on your own. I am so proud of myself. Would of never thought in a million years that I could do this on my own. I did it!!! I survived this shit.

    • Nomocake4u says

      July 7, 2017 at 8:34 am

      Mighty Again, I also find strength in gratitude…grateful for my four teenage kids who live with me and whose love and closeness and fun that we have together without the lying cheater that are worth it. They are worth the years of deceit and humiliation inflicted on me; worth the loneliness I often feel in the middle of the night because I miss the husband whom I thought loved and cherished our family and me more than anything.

      That said, I have shamefully fallen off the road to meh many times due to my stubborn hopium habit.
      He flys all over that world and comes here and stays in our guest house every 2 months or so for a few days, puts on a unicorn mask, and then rips it off and laughs in my face as he packs to leave again.
      Reading this today I am inspired! Finances are in order and the divorce is nearly final, so I emailed him and said that he cannot stay here anymore. I hereby recommit to resilience: going to pack up his shit (and there’s a lot of it after 22 years), and get mighty again. I am so, so grateful for my kids, and I have to do it for them! Thank you CL and CN! Rip that pipe out of my mouth!

      • MightyAgain says

        July 7, 2017 at 8:50 am

        Nomocake4you, That’s wonderful, that you are finally recommitting to resilience! You will feel so much better once you rip that band aid off!

        • Nomocake4u says

          July 7, 2017 at 2:11 pm

          You’re so right. Hope to become mighty like you! Getting there…

    • Givemestrength says

      July 7, 2017 at 10:45 pm

      I love this!!! You are mighty and you give me hope that I can get there! Thank you

  44. Mim says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:58 am

    My friends and family – especially my Mum (who I love to bits). They listen to my grief, anger (homicidal) and pain, and my feelings of betrayal, violation and freaking bewilderment with the most extraordinary love and patience. And I know I repeat myself over and over. But holy fuck, I pulled a thread 7 weeks after FF (Faithless Fuck) on New Years Eve said all sad sausage that he is not happy and can’t give me what I want (subtext: I am a worm not a man, and I have a superduper secret girlfriend, ha ha, and I am re- virginised by this never before seen on this planet stupendous great love after years and years of frequenting prostitues!). I have also been struck by the kindest of strangers, and chumps in the most unexpected places who soothe my poor raw self.

    I am not mighty, but gonna be.

    • ShrylKL says

      July 7, 2017 at 10:35 am

      You are mighty! You just shared how mighty you are! Hugs to you!!

  45. Josephine says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:59 am

    My Stbx-narc suddenly walked out on me and our 3 kids (then ages 8, 6, and 11 months) just a mere 6 weeks after tricking me and my retired parents into a cross country move for his new job, which paid a lot less and had much less vacation time… but allows him to be the boss and, crucially, live in the same town and work very closely with a certain man he’d had an especially intimate friendship with for the prior 8 years, but they were separated by distance…. you guessed it: he’s the OM in a secret gay relationship they are carrying on behind the backs of both their wives and the 5 children between them.

    I choose myself. I’m proud that I immediately figured out he was planning to divorce me and realized he was secretly recording me in a pathetic attempt to collect evidence. Nope!!!

    I am resilient because I choose not to take it personally– hell, this is going to make an epic story for the grandkids someday. Narcs are gonna narc. He doesn’t even see or know me at all, even after 15 years together. Because he’s an idiot who thinks he can get away with his big plan to be with his Sekrit Boyfriend. Nope!!!

    I am resilient because I choose to go to war against his bullshit divorce filing in the new state, by hiring a bulldog, former prosecuting attorney who is herself a divorcee chump and is loved by the judge to whom our case was assigned. The case will be re-filed in our original state and/or I will get a killer settlement. It is just a question of when. He is trying to drag it out and recently fired his attorney and hired a new one who has never appeared before our judge (good news for me), but now I know ALL the tactics he’s gonna try.

    He can no longer surprise me because I expect the worst from him always.

    I am resilient because I take the long view, and have the mentality of a warrior. Someda this chaos will be over, and I get to be in total charge of my one precious life again!

    • conniered says

      July 7, 2017 at 11:21 am

      Yes!! the long view and a warrior mentality!! All the yeses!!!

    • NotThisGirl says

      July 7, 2017 at 12:35 pm

      Josephine- Sending you hugs and continued strength for your battle. We had someone in our family who was also closeted and cheating- it’s a double mindfuck. Hang in there, you have a beautiful life in front of you.

    • Leahsue says

      July 10, 2017 at 5:06 am

      Josephine,
      I am freshly 2 days out from discovering OW, although we’ve been separated since January 1. Tomorrow I plan to find an attorney and begin the file to divorce. I feel very confused about making sure I ask for all the things I deserve. Can you recommend a resource online or a book that would be helpful as I gather my thoughts? I live in Alabama, and my wayward husband now lives in New Jersey. But I will be filing in Alabama.
      (Or anyone else who’s reading….. any advice would be welcome. I just found this site tonight, and I’ve been reading, laughing, and growing stronger by the minute all night long. And now it is almost morning. Literally and figuratively.)

      • NorthernLight says

        July 10, 2017 at 7:38 am

        I’m glad you found this site, and I’m so sorry you had a need to look for it… I know of someone who’s a divorce lawyer in Alabama. Not sure what part of the state she’s in, but I could find out if you are interested. Perhaps even if she’s not a good match, she could recommend someone else? I don’t know if it’s possible for Chump Lady or Tempest to give you my email address privately, if you are interested? Or I could give you more information in the forums? And of course, other people might have suggestions too. (You can log in to the forums at the top right of the webpage.)

      • Meh or Bust says

        July 10, 2017 at 9:15 am

        LeahSue, I am so sorry but so glad you found this site. Getting a (good) lawyer and therapist were the first two things I did. Then I read CL’s book, Leave a Cheater, Gain a Life. I also read another book, Splitting: Divorcing a Narcissist by Kreger/Eddy although the Chumps here seem to know more about this stuff than any so-called “experts”! Because I have kids I couldn’t go NC but that’s usually what everyone else says to do… the alternative is grey rock – in other words keep contact with STBX minimal, email only if possible, and only relevant to the divorce. When I felt the shock and pain start welling up I would just start reading whatever in CL’s archives… I always felt better when I did. This site saved my sanity and kept me balanced through Dday and now negotiations.

  46. DirtyWater says

    July 7, 2017 at 8:01 am

    His therapist, who told me at our first meeting after D-Day that “none of this is your fault and there is nothing you could have done to avoid it.”

  47. Happily Ever After Chump says

    July 7, 2017 at 8:03 am

    I’m almost one year out from D-day. From the moment I discovered the OW and made the decision that I was done, the thought that dictated how I reacted to everything was “How do I want to look back and remember my actions?” Knowing that my kids were watching me, and that anything I said or did could potentially be used against me in court made it much easier to choose the high road and not get dragged into his attempts to manipulate me or pretend he was the victim. I also constantly reminded myself that I wasn’t the victim either. The only potential victims were our kids, and I was doing everything in my power to not make them victims either.

    So far, if I go by what my friends and family are telling me, I’m doing a pretty great job.

  48. chump-tastic says

    July 7, 2017 at 8:04 am

    [On my 2nd d-day, after my ex refused to stop seeing his girlfriend] Looking at my infant, playing on the floor, and thinking: I don’t want this kind of life for her. I don’t want her growing up with a dad that she has to constantly be “shiny enough” for, and I don’t want to model this kind of marriage for her as something “normal.” I want her to be the kind of person who knows her worth. I never want her to push all of her common sense, her basic needs, and her self-worth deep, deep down so as not to make a peep and dissatisfy her husband. So I’m going to put my money where my mouth is, practice what I preach, and stop doing those things myself right now. ::Got up, turned to where he was sitting on the couch, and told him to move out ASAP. Picked my child up off the floor, and went about my business::

    Best decision I ever made.

    Two main things spurred me onward through the long divorce process (with ex dragging his feet all the way, of course): the fierce desire to give my daughter the best life possible, and the memory of all the peace, calm, and great times I knew during my years of being single (and knowing I would get back to that peace with time).

    • conniered says

      July 7, 2017 at 11:23 am

      That word fierce resonates with me. I also felt a strong ferocity to survive for myself and my son.

  49. Mehbound says

    July 7, 2017 at 8:09 am

    Resiliency, I’ve got! Reciprocity, not so.

    I recall saying the serenity prayer. I asked God to grant me serenity to accept the things I cannot change (cheater was not looking to change) and courage to change the things I can. (Get out of a long term marriage) I calculated at the time of divorce that I most likely have 20-30 more years of life on earth…..make the best if what’s left!

    I have a mom that lives a few states away and she told me everyday “you’re going to be okay”.

    Then to add more power to resiliency I have two daughters to model what is okay and what is NOT okay.

    Yes!! As chumps we so easily share similarities of cheater antics…… Surviving after living in a cheater world, we are resilient and mighty! Two major things that we share and that cheer us on to put one foot in front of the other.

  50. Suz says

    July 7, 2017 at 8:11 am

    It’s very silly but, being Hungarian, I told myself the blood of Attila the Hun, the “scourge of Europe” runs in my veins (maybe, who knows?). Time to pillage that MF’s village.

    • Keepin' Calm says

      July 7, 2017 at 8:32 am

      I love this!!!

      • Paintwidow says

        July 7, 2017 at 12:42 pm

        Yes!!!!!

      • Differently Chumped says

        July 7, 2017 at 9:38 pm

        Me too!! I wish I was Hungarian now. 🙂

  51. OutOfSparkles says

    July 7, 2017 at 8:16 am

    I think, overall, I have been pretty resilient over the last 7 months since The Sprout left me and my kids (after 20 years together) and moved on to his new life, complete with marrying OW 2 months ago, leaving me to sort everything. I am anxious – and incredibly angry and preoccupied by the fucker a lot of the time but when I look back about what I have sustained over these last months I think I can be reasonably proud of myself.
    More than anything else my motivation has been my children – they are so so precious to me, and they need me more than ever now. Both have special needs, which he had minimal interest in, so that isn’t so different, and his interactions with them were always superficial.
    I am also lucky in that I have a wonderful job which I love and I work with patients who inspire me with their courage and humanity every day. I have to keep doing my job to a high standard for them – and to maintain my professional status, both for myself, and also as a means for supporting us all financially.
    My family, although they live half way around the world, have been incredibly supportive, as have a number of precious friends.
    I also often think of my very beloved grandmother who died, age 95, 11 months before The Sprout left – I am so grateful she didn’t see it happen. My, extremely narcissistic (but overt until covert Sprout) multiple cheater grandfather left her at the age of 65, just as he retired, after a lifetime of her following him around for his career. She was so much more fucked over than I am at this age that it makes me just so grateful for it to have happened at the age of 47 instead. She never repartnered but did build a good life for herself again, and was deeply loved and connected to our family (and friends) until she died – unlike my grandfather, through his own actions.
    There is certainly a part of me that doesn’t want the fucker to feel like he has won – or is important enough to be able to break me, wouldn’t that be so wonderful for his ego.
    I know that now is hard but I also know that that is how it should be, really, unless you are a psychopath (that’s for the ones who put us here!) and I really do believe life will get better. In fact, I’m pretty sure it will be fantastic one day – more than it could ever have been if I had continued with the slow, painful drip of ever-escalating covert emotional abuse that The Sprout provided for over 20 years, and I get to choose it!
    I shouldn’t forget to mention CL and CN either – totally sanity saving! I have recommended it to many!
    🙂

  52. Got-a-brain says

    July 7, 2017 at 8:22 am

    I’ve been pretty good at verbalizing my boundaries since the dawning of time, what I had a problem with were consequences. STBX was, and is, a master boundary jumper; his mantra “nod, agree, and do whatever the fuck you were going to do anyway, regardless of anyone else.”
    8 months of in house separation gave me time to fumble around learning about consequences.

    He lived in the basement guest room (which has a full bath), yet came to our room every morning to shower/dress. He would come and go as he pleased, and frankly was running around like a frat boy on viagra. He kept telling me he would move his things, yet it never happened. When he told me we had to reschedule our sons IEP meeting because he “had to work” (aka, screw his new girlfriend overnight), I took that anger and dumped every bit of his $50,000 wardrobe, his toiletries and all other belongings down in the guest room. My children were horrified at MY BEHAVIOR.

    When he was moving out he enlisted my daughters boyfriend and 3 other football boys to help, he walked in and immediately started telling the kids to take things I was keeping, thinking I’d say and do nothing, but I did. Those poor boys, I was on a learning curve and didn’t quite do it with the grace I would have today ?. Again, the kids were horrified at MY BEHAVIOR (okay maybe I deserved a little bit of their horror on that one)

    After repeated discussions with him about breaking into the house after he moved out, I made the hard decision to remotely set the alarm after my daughter had come to the house with him to let him in (a 16 year old is not going to tell her dad, “no, I won’t do it” I know him, and I know she had no choice). I refused her pleas to turn it off, and had police dispatched. They left before police arrived, but I filed a police report when I got home. Again, kids were horrified at MY BEHAVIOR.

    Of course he used every single one of these instances to paint me as crazy (omitting the entire truth of course). Today I’m pretty good about implementing consequences without the emotion. I think partly because…

    I react promptly and do not let myself get to utter frustration

    I know my worth and I have a right to boundaries

    I know I can’t control him, only myself and my reaction

    And the biggest thing of all (which was quite the learning curve for my children) consequences for bad behavior is not the problem, the bad behavior is the problem.

    For me now, consequences are just a matter of fact… you cross my boundaries = consequence.
    There is no more second guessing,
    am I overreacting?
    being irrational?
    being unfair?
    being selfish? etc.

    I’ve evicted fuckwits voice from my head and listen to my own wants and needs without being selfish, knowing he will call me crazy no matter what I do, so I teach him how I’m willing to interact with him, and I teach my children that bad behavior has consequences, it’s not moms job to suck it up, keep the peace, etc.

    • Got-a-brain says

      July 7, 2017 at 8:27 am

      Yikes, forgive that last run-on sentence!

      • chumpinrecovery says

        July 7, 2017 at 9:27 am

        It is interesting that so many of us (me included) feel the need to acknowledge, apologize for and correct our typos. I wonder if this is residual angst over not wanting to look imperfect in front of our judgmental spouses/STBXs/Exs. I think that may be true for me anyway. They really do mess us up.

        • Got-a-brain says

          July 7, 2017 at 9:54 am

          I’m not sure… I’ve not given that a whole lot of though ?. I do know I can get quite ” passionate” when speaking of fuckwit; vomiting my experience, instead of giving thoughtful coherent explanation ?. I guess years of hearing my thoughts were twisted probably plays a role in fearing being perceived as a rambling idiot.

        • Beth says

          July 7, 2017 at 10:31 am

          For me, it’s my English major, law and librarian background. Can’t shake the need for precision in the spoken and written word. It’s one of the few things I can’t blame the Edgar Suit for but then again, I don’t see it as a flaw either. 😀

        • arlo says

          July 7, 2017 at 12:32 pm

          That’s one of the things that makes this the best comment threads on the interwebz. Everyone here self-corrects, and nobody gets flamed for grammar or typos.

        • Feelingit says

          July 7, 2017 at 5:10 pm

          I have thought of that many times on this site and for the most part have made a conscious decision not to correct unless I think people really won’t get it. Now I concentrate on apologizing unless I actually hurt someone. I have to stop myself a lot. Stbx never apologized so I can learn from him lol.

          Also, this makes me think of my narc mother who ALWAYS corrected our grammar in speech and writing and didn’t balance with compliments on content.

    • UnFlownKite says

      July 7, 2017 at 9:56 am

      Who cares if he calls you crazy? Or I should say, don’t let it bother you. Stick with your guns as you are doing. The children will come around and learn that your behavior was what it needed to be. Continue to not let that bastard trample any longer. Well done!

    • LovedaJackass says

      July 7, 2017 at 3:51 pm

      I love how mighty you were to say “no” when Cheater tried to triangulate using the kids.

    • StarStuffGoddess says

      July 7, 2017 at 4:27 pm

      Imposing consequences on his behavior was Behavior Modification 101. It works with horses, dogs, Asshats. Completely called for, downright admirable, and probably had the desired effect!
      I wish I had caught on sooner…

      • Doingme says

        July 8, 2017 at 7:27 am

        Star

        This is the problem I had with forgiveness and reconciliation. He never received consequences.

        Problem is that unlike an animal these creeps are not loyal and could really give a shit about working to repair a relationship. They are selfish and lazy.

        It’s about boundaries, knowing one can’t control another’s behavior, and making infidelity a deal breaker. No free passes.

        There may be situations when a post nup benefits a chump financially and I’d recommend it if chumps need to protect their assets. However, there is nothing worth staying with a poor investment, risking ones health, safety, energy or time.

        • StarStuffGoddess says

          July 13, 2017 at 1:52 pm

          DoingMe,

          Agreed, 100%.

          I wish consequences could be bestowed as earned, both good and bad.
          People should reap what they sow. Unfortunately, we chumps are often on the wrong side, actually helping them get off easily!

          This is what the RIC got me. Working ever harder to help him realize my worth, not being angry or imposing consequences lest he decide being with me wasn’t fun enough anymore. After awhile I realized that even if he once again became the person I thought I’d married, I could never unsee what was behind that mask.

          He knew it too. He actually filed for divorce first, once he realized I’d really seen who he was. I guess we both knew there is no coming back from that.

          There are some consequences for him now, though. My life is better–but harder–and his life sucks. He’s old and sick and lonely, no one loves him, we had a good life together and he threw it all away. He thought there’d be a smorgasbord of willing ladies once he got me out of the way, but I guess the fact that he had a sweet wife at home made him seem like more of a catch than he actually was.

          As a cheating, porn-addicted, limp-d*ck loser who is half broke now, he’s not nearly as appealing as he once was. He’s got an rx for Canadian Viagra. I doubt he’s ever had the chance to use it. 🙂

          Oh….I know he’s “sorry”. Sorry because he screwed up his own life. He’s never been sorry for what he did to me though.

    • Cancer Chump says

      July 8, 2017 at 9:57 am

      “Consequences for bad behavior is not the problem, the bad behavior is the problem.”

      YES!!!! We are made to believe that WE are acting incorrectly, but it’s just a distraction from their bad behavior!

      Thank you. I needed to hear those words today.

  53. Enraged says

    July 7, 2017 at 8:23 am

    I am the queen of mighty, fellow chumps.
    I’ve been the biggest idiot, as in I had no f-ing clue he was banging the babysitter. Right in my house, under my nose, in front of my baby. I’m up their on the losers chart!
    I paid PI to find out. And even while watching the pictures, reading the report, I still could not see it. I’m a chump, what can I say?

    I am mighty in the sense that I worried first about my son (he turned 2 in the midst of all that).
    I did not confront my husband, I did not stalk and set the OW on fire as I felt like doing. I did everything legally!
    My husband, while coming to pick up and to return the baby, did not even notice he was not allowed in the house.
    Once he left the house, gone he was! He recovered only what I allowed him to have. Got 2/3 of the house, got custody of our son, right to relocate abroad with my son and I got all of these in a matter of months! I left with MY car! Idiot, he bragged the car was his.
    Was I the biggest looser? I don’t think so!
    Of course, once I freed myself from him, I achieved a lot more. Even though I invested everything I had in this 10 years relationship, it was a bad investment. So I cut my losses and restarted my life. I am worth so much, I am able to generate so much more!

    • MJB says

      July 7, 2017 at 5:09 pm

      Standing Ovation for you Enraged!!! Way to be mighty. Some would wither and die with what you have been through. What a nasty fucker he was!! Good for you!!!

    • Enraged says

      July 8, 2017 at 4:09 am

      Thank you. I guess it’s a good example, one must keep their head and will get out of the mess.
      I did not even cry…I had to keep it all together for my son. My XH tried to lay the narrative that I am crazy, sick or whatever. It didn’t stand, as he had to take a loan and pay the lawyer and mediator. Basically, he lost everything and was left with his prize OW.
      Who’s the crazy bitch?

  54. SouthernChump says

    July 7, 2017 at 8:24 am

    I told myself and my kids I wanted to set a healthy example for them of how NOT to let people treat you, how NOT to treat women (talking to my son), how NOT to allow men to belittle or treat you (talking to my daughter), how to stick up for yourself, how to spot a bully and liar, how NOT to trust everyone and SET healthy boundaries and how to love yourself and be your own best friend. We talk about these things openly because even though I’m no contact (except in writing) with the Narc they have to deal with him on a consistent basis. They struggle with certain areas like setting boundaries but are much healthier than where they were 3 years ago.

    Chump nation, you better damn well believe I point out every asshole move the Narc “plays” with our kids and remind them of how NOT to act. I ask them about their feelings and let them share freely. I don’t judge them and I give them a safe environment to share. They don’t share everything with me about their Narc father and that’s fine. But, when they get thrown under the bus and he puts them in the middle you better believe we are talking about it. To NOT screw up my kids, give them true love and God are the main things that have kept me going.

    Thank you Tracy for letting us share our drive. I never really thought about it, I just did it and then only talked about the ‘crap’. When you put it in this perspective, it’s a positive eye opener. Happy Friday!

    • UnFlownKite says

      July 7, 2017 at 9:58 am

      Exactly. Excellent job. I’ve fallen out with two of my “friends,” because they believe the teenager should not know what is happening? Why exactly should I help hid his dirty laundry, you know. Children need to see that you don’t have to accept bad behavior.

      • LovedaJackass says

        July 7, 2017 at 3:54 pm

        Hey, if the dad is a cheater, he’s lying to the kids. Someone has to established what reality is for them or they will be screwed up for sure.

    • Meh or Bust says

      July 7, 2017 at 1:06 pm

      SouthernChump, I really needed to read your post – thank you! One of the biggest things I struggle with is how honest to be with my 14 yo daughter about her dad. There are some internet sites that say it’s not a good idea to be open with kids about a narcissistic, bullying spouse. I don’t get why, but maybe because it could lead to accusations of “parental alienation”? Or maybe the kids will think you’re just bitter and demonizing the cheater?

      To me, honesty and openness seem like the best policy. My daughter saw pretty much everything that happened in the marriage, anyway. Does she not deserve to know what was/is unacceptable behavior? Even at this late stage, should she not learn what boundaries are and how to invoke them? I feel like she should be introduced to the concept of NPD and taught what the signs are. But my “golden” stepson, who is being Switzerland, does not think this is appropriate for her.

      And, truthfully, I am not sure what to do… after all, I am still recovering from 16 years of trampled boundaries and bullying and clearly no master of healthy behavior. Heck, sometimes I’m not even sure what “healthy behavior” looks like!

      I would like to hear from other chumps on this issue…?

      • chumpinrecovery says

        July 7, 2017 at 2:22 pm

        In my case, I initially kept it from the kids because I was hoping to reconcile. As it became clear that wasn’t going to happen I thought it would be good for the kids to know the real reason we were divorcing (he was leaving me for somebody else). I did not want to be the one to tell them, however, I thought STBX should do it. He kept saying he wanted to wait until they were older. This put a terrible burden on me for several months to keep that secret without the kids knowing the full story behind my distress, not just being left but being replaced too. By the time I actually initiated the divorce I thought their relationship had cooled and if it was no longer a factor maybe they did not need to know. Then, when I discovered they were still going strong after all I lost it and chewed him out and my daughter overheard and that is how she found out about Schmoopie. Then he agreed to tell her brothers before they found out in a similar fashion. I regretted the way in which my daughter found out, but I don’t regret that the kids found out. It lifted a burden off of me to have them truly know the full extend of my pain. It also prevented a future scenario where they wouldn’t understand my hostility towards Dad’s “innocent” new girlfriend.

        I would say tell because they are going to find out anyway one way or another and the secret will eat you alive in the meantime.

      • Keepin' Calm says

        July 7, 2017 at 2:40 pm

        My then 16-year-old daughter is the one that discovered the affair – there were nude photos of the whore on her iPad, which was still synced to ex’s iPhone. So there was no hiding it from her, and neither did I want to hide it. We’ve always been very close. The only time I hid something from her was when I found out the ex was back with the whore. I told her that her dad had a girlfriend – but didn’t say who. Told ex he had to tell her who it was. Of course, he never did. So when ex wanted our daughter to come visit him, I told her who the girlfriend was so that I protected her. No need for her to go to his house and come face to face with the whore!

        I think your stepson is wrong. It is important that children know what healthy boundaries are, what is and is not acceptable behavior. I’ve told my daughter that there ARE good men in this world that treat women right, that do not cheat.

      • LovedaJackass says

        July 7, 2017 at 3:57 pm

        Stepson is not her mother. End of story. He doesn’t have a voice in how your DD is raised. Set a boundary and tell him STFU. Just sayin’.

      • Newlady15 says

        July 7, 2017 at 4:02 pm

        Do you want your daughter to think it’s acceptable behaviour for her future partner? Tell her so she can learn to look for the red flags and establish healthy boundaries not just with her dad but with future potential life partners.

      • Tempest says

        July 8, 2017 at 10:22 am

        Meh or Bust–Don’t gaslight your children; CL is right on this issue. You don’t need to editorialize, but your daughter needs to know she can count on one parent to not bullshit her. There is never a guarantee that fuckwits won’t take you to court for “parental alienation,” but they typically do not want their affairs broadcast to the world in a public document so chances are you are safe. (should there be any threat of parental alienation charges, I have a document you can use if you email me tempest.ariel2014@gmail.com).

        And LAJ is correct–tell stepson to STFU.

        • Gail says

          July 8, 2017 at 10:36 am

          My Ex worked for a popular telephone company “V” when he came home and wrote me a Dear Jane letter! The SOB had no balls he mailed it and ran out of the house when the mailman delivered it! We were married 36 f—king years and he couldn’t tell me to my face that he loved his Whore co-worker! The devalue stage started and he began to date her on weekends.. he then grew balls and asked me to move out of the house that I was paying on! I filed and the SOB came to a side street near my job and he and Whore face got out of thier work trucks and blocked the road to intimidate me! I was so nervous I almost ran them both over! I went to work quite upset and called my lawyer! The lawyer put out a letter to the both of them with her name listed as his paramour on the letter to stay away from his client or else! My ex flipped out and began locking the house down and harassing me everyday until the divorce was final 1.5 years! I am out almost 3 years and never have been happier! But yes believe me the worst thing you can do is expose both of them! Mine moved away from our hometown after the divorce was complete!

      • chump-tastic says

        July 9, 2017 at 7:19 am

        I’m also in the camp of openness and honesty. My daughter is much younger than most of your children, and doesn’t remember the actual split-up. But she sometimes asks questions out of the blue like “Why doesn’t Daddy live here anymore?” etc. Telling the simple, clear-but-not-editorialized truth is never wrong (and I would argue that doubly pulling the wool over their eyes and hiding the truth so that they’ll have to have their own d-day of sorts in the future *is* wrong).

        I say things that are matter-of-fact: “When you’re married, you agree to be with each other only, and not have other girlfriends and boyfriends. He had another girlfriend, and I gave him the choice to stop seeing her or move out. He chose to move out.” Sometimes she’s satisfied with that answer, and sometimes it spawns followup questions: “Why would he not want to live with me?” When I don’t know the answer, I just say “I don’t know.” All of those little conversations end with me reiterating that she *always* has a safe place to live at my house, that she *never* has to worry about me leaving, etc. etc. I hate having to explain this stuff to her even the tiny bit that I have, but at the same time, I love knowing that my actions are what she has seen, and will continue to see, and that those will always back up the fact that I’m 100% with her and 100% in her corner, whether it’s convenient or not. UNLIKE someone else. I don’t need to disparage or editorialize to bring that across.

  55. Keepin' Calm says

    July 7, 2017 at 8:29 am

    The moment after I confronted my ex-douchebag (after throwing his clothes on the lawn, punching him, and getting every last thing off my chest), I collapsed. I wanted to go to the ER where they could pump me full of so many drugs that I wouldn’t CARE anymore. But I didn’t. Always, there has been a voice inside me – I think it is God – telling me, “You are going to be okay. You are going to make it through this.” It’s been my guiding light, even during the moments where I’ve broken down and felt such immense pain I thought I would die. Always, the mantra, “You are going to be fine” has kept me going. It’s something I KNOW within the deepest parts of myself, that this will not break me and be The End. I will be FINE. I will thrive. I will emerge from this nightmare stronger, more resilient, wiser. I’ve learned that I was being abused by my narc husband – and I was losing myself. But NO MORE. I am DONE with him, DONE with his manipulation, lying, deceit, cheating. I DESERVE BETTER. And by God, that is exactly what I’m going after.

    • Keepin' Calm says

      July 7, 2017 at 8:40 am

      But the biggest motivator to keep going? My daughter. I would walk through hell for her. I would even go back and live through that horrible marriage for her. She was the one good thing the ex-douchebag gave me.

      • Enraged says

        July 7, 2017 at 10:01 am

        You know you’ve been through that for her, right? She was given as parents you and a disordered father. The best one parent can do is be the sane parent. That way, your daughter will choose for herself. Keep being the sane parent, she will choose you.

        • Keepin' Calm says

          July 7, 2017 at 10:14 am

          Thank you. Yeah, I guess I have walked through hell for her. Why do I still have problems accepting that ex-douchebag was abusive? I think I’m still in denial because for so long, I thought that since he didn’t hit me or call me names, it wasn’t abuse. When he pushed me one time, he later apologized and said he wasn’t abusive “like those men that beat their wives.” Uh…what?

          My daughter and I have grown closer through this whole ordeal, and I”m so incredibly thankful for her.

          • Feelingit says

            July 8, 2017 at 6:27 am

            Amen sister!Pregnant chump, I feel the same on throwing up. I learned on this site to ask for separate rooms and got it. Mediator asked me privately if there was abuse and I said no, he bullies and intimidates and mediator said that is abuse. We were in separate rooms 90% of the time which made it better.

            This was court ordered mediation and my lawyer said from the outset our case would not settle here. It was just something I was forced to do. The mediator was good in some ways but others terrible. He kept interrupting me and talked on and on about himself and his opinions. In the end, you can’t settle visitation when stbx has no relationship with kids- they are 17, 15, and 13. The 17 year old is almost out of the picture.

            I have sole custody now because he abandoned us. Only now that he realizes I want to keep it that way is he freaking out and desperate as his perceived loss of control and making crazy plays for custody which further alienate the kids.

            I woke up again thinking what a horrible role model he is as he is absolutely unscrupulous. Makes me angry when people like mediator say the kids will see his faults and not repeat them. That is a crock of shit. I see my adult son and 17 year old treating me like he did regularly and it is not easy to stop.

            So my required mediation is over and we continue with high conflict for now. I assume your kids are younger so it will be different. My kids have more choice but look on the bright side, hopefully you will have more exposure management as they develop. Hugs to you. You will be mighty in mediation!

            • Feelingit says

              July 8, 2017 at 6:28 am

              Pops- this attached to a previous post?

    • NorthernLight says

      July 7, 2017 at 9:38 am

      I think your conviction and mantra are wonderful! You do deserve better, you will be fine…

      • Keepin' Calm says

        July 7, 2017 at 10:15 am

        Thank you! I’m feeling better all the time. I have my bad days, but I just keep moving forward. Actually starting to feel excited for the future for the first time in a LONG time.

        • NorthernLight says

          July 7, 2017 at 10:33 am

          That’s wonderful! I remember for the longest time I couldn’t think beyond the present moment or the one right after. Being excited about the future is a huge milestone!

  56. kimmy says

    July 7, 2017 at 8:35 am

    Honestly, thinking back, I don’t know where my strength came from. I don’t know how I did it. I was beyond stressed realizing that my life was forever changed. I was sick with worry. Raising two teenage daughters. My immediate family lives a few states away. I was so physically sick of the life I was living that I ended up suffering from shingles. I had lost soooooo much weight. I had no idea which direction I was going in each day. I ended up driving places and not remembering how I even got there! Seriously one small step away from going insane.

    Survival builds an incredible strength!! I just pulled on my bitch boots and never looked back until the dust settled and the divorce was over, the house was sold and packed up (three times)….long story, new home was purchased and we were settled. I fell on my sofa and slept. SOUNDLY! for the first time in 7 LONG years! And I slept ALOT for the first two months. Literally could not keep my eyes open. No joke! I was tired. I was so tired.

    I’ve learned SO much. About myself, about others, about what is truly important and who to surround myself with. I don’t ever want to experience this ever again but I am so glad I saw my strength!!! I CAN DO ANYTHING!!!! And I mean it!!!! I am going on 3 1/2 years since my freedom and in my new home. I am paying my bills by myself and living MY life!!!! AND I LOVE MY LIFE!!!!!

    • UXworld says

      July 7, 2017 at 8:40 am

      Outstanding, young lady. Take a bow.

    • Lady b says

      July 7, 2017 at 6:56 pm

      You are rocking your new life. I can relate to the toll this shit takes on your health. In my 13 years with him I had constant colds, flus, chronic ear infections, eye infections, adrenal burnout and shingles on my head which lasted three months and totally messed with my brain. One day I completely forgot to pick my son up from school. My narc was a binge drinking responsibility dodger for the first five years then morphed into a self obsesses health freak cheater once sober.
      6 months out I have dropped 10 kgs have no health issues and loads of energy. Just need a decent job now and I will be on my way.

  57. SnowyEgret says

    July 7, 2017 at 8:41 am

    Right before my X left, she was crying and spouting some blather about “kundalini awakening”, and I had the thought, “There is more to me than spending my life taking care of someone who is – to put it mildly – not very together.”

    She left for new “kundalini” buddy.

    I got a big promotion at work, made new friends, ran a half marathon.

    I was right – there is more to me!

    • Tempest says

      July 7, 2017 at 8:49 am

      Kundalini awakening? And I thought I’d heard it all.

      You rock, SnowyEgret! Congrats on the promotion, new friends & half marathon.

    • JC says

      July 7, 2017 at 10:12 am

      Snowy, your ex and mine used the same excuse. Even the rare excuses aren’t original!

      My ex gave many ever-changing reasons for her affair. Halfway through our divorce process, right around the time her OM was getting married to his longtime partner and mother of his child, my ex “apologized” for her behavior…and then blamed it on her “poor handling” of her kundalini awakening.

      Apparently, these alleged “awakenings” bring forth as-yet-untapped sexual energy. Of course, my wife provided no explanation of why that energy had to be expended on someone other than her spouse.

      To my wife’s disappointment, I didn’t even respond to her latest explanation. I just told her to file the next divorce form at the court.

      Kundalini, my white ass.

      • Free Vix says

        July 7, 2017 at 10:21 am

        This remains some of the stupidest shit I’ve ever heard.

      • Beth says

        July 7, 2017 at 10:36 am

        I had to Google that one. What the ever loving fuck?! “Kundalini, my white ass” indeed. That two cheaters (at least) used that same bizarre excuse just goes to show you that they never have an original thought or action. Never.

        • ChumpedupChik says

          July 9, 2017 at 11:54 pm

          I ditto Beth’s response. Biggest load of horse shit ever?

      • rickb89 says

        July 7, 2017 at 1:19 pm

        These fucking New Age hippie cheater bitches, I had one of those too

    • Amiisfree says

      July 7, 2017 at 2:39 pm

      All belief systems of all types make convenient excuses for shitty behavior choices. That’s why we all need UBTs and BS meters when dealing with others, but also for dealing with ourselves.

    • That Is Not A Thing says

      July 7, 2017 at 4:19 pm

      Hey, Google… nvm.

    • Lady b says

      July 7, 2017 at 7:05 pm

      Mine listened to binaural beats, sound waves for meditation. Mostly sounded like you are inside and elevator shaft, not very zen if you ask me. Anyways one was for kundalini awakening and to make your penis larger and broader!.
      Was into many other stupid new age crap and overpriced herbs for whatever.
      He got sober from alcohol and become neurotic about this kind of stuff, always having to lie down on is magnetic mat thing, which by the way cost $2000 instead of you know helping with the kids. Don’t miss that shit. Always pushing is health advise on me and talking rubbish about ‘moving towards love’ which is ironic considering I found out later he was cheating. Also crap about humans being unevolved, anyways sure ain’t missin that dribble.

  58. Bringitahole says

    July 7, 2017 at 8:42 am

    I had to keep busy. The most dangerous place for me to be is in my head and weekends were really tough. I have a very difficult job and it takes concentration and focus. I pulled out that crisis management tool belt just kept putting one foot in front of the other and rounded up my girlfriends for daily support. Thank God for girlfriends!!! Other tools were exercise, crying, meditation, crying, reading. Oh and changing everything in my bedroom. New sheets, big bright daisy shower curtain and butterfly rugs. Butterfly’s have become my icon,.. transformation! Most significantly, I watched me grown boys cry and told STBX that I would never watch that again. He had one chance to come back and make things right. He chose the tramp instead and literally said his happiness is more important than the families. So I am the role model for my adult children. We all need role models throughout life and I’ll be damned if my boys will have two weak sniveling parents to model. I can overcome with grace and strength. Yeah I hurt like hell and I still have to succeed and achieve and thrive. Fuck survive..I will thrive on the back of tragedy!

    • Tempest says

      July 7, 2017 at 8:48 am

      I love it–transformation of your living space, transformation of you & your family.

  59. Tempest says

    July 7, 2017 at 8:47 am

    On D-day, when I found his notes preparing for the sexual harassment hearing because of affair with gradwhore, plus a 6 pack of condoms, a little voice asked, “How much self-respect do you have to sacrifice to stay in this marriage?” And a stronger voice answered, “No more.”

    Step 2: Gloria Gaynor’s “I will Survive” on endless loop for 3 weeks.

    Step 3, as the full horror of my marriage became revealed, the same mantra I had used to survive a controlling, narcissistic father kicked in and I thought, “He will not break me.” This time, I was also further motivated to set a good example for my daughters, that one does not tolerate bad treatment.

    • ImAPhool says

      July 7, 2017 at 1:24 pm

      Music for the soul 🙂

      You rock

    • Peacekeeper says

      July 8, 2017 at 12:07 am

      Tempest,
      All that you have survived has made you one helluva strong lady!
      I love who you are!
      Your daughters are blessed to have such a wonderful role model.
      ((((Many hugs))))

  60. LovedaJackass says

    July 7, 2017 at 8:51 am

    I’ve got 4 things:

    Gratitude. It took a long time, but I learned to be grateful for what I have–and that’s a lot. Great job, decent income, nice little house. Although my parents have passed and all my aunts and uncles, I still have a sib and a bunch of close cousins. I have cats and flowers and deer! And friends! I have my teams! There are games to play! There are turkeys walking around outside. I’m in great health. That makes me rich.

    Don’t look back. I spent many, many years pining after my XH the drinker, who walked away from me years ago. I end up marrying him years later and discover that it’s hell to love someone who is in other relationships, in his case alcohol, drugs, and his buddies. What that taught me is that someone who walks away should keep going.

    Self-efficacy. Things need to be done. I’m not spending my life whining and complaining and waiting for someone to rescue me or watching everything I care about go downhill while I dither about doing something about it. If I can’t manage to learn how to do something, I can pay someone who knows.

    I’m not alone. There are lots of people in the world. Lots of animals to love. And I have a relationship with the Universal Power of love and grace.

    • Tempest says

      July 8, 2017 at 10:18 am

      LAJ, you are our Guru here at CL (and a smart, classy woman). What a beautiful list.

      I am far enough away chronologically and emotionally from my marriage that I can remember the trauma of D-day, but be grateful even for that horror and its aftermath. Everything that has happened to me, good and bad, has gotten me to this point in time–fabulous friends with integrity (even if some of them are only on-line), days surrounded with positivity instead of being persistently belittled, new projects that I now have time for because I am not pushing a matrimonial stone up a hill. I wish this state of mind on all of us.

  61. Strad says

    July 7, 2017 at 8:52 am

    I often remind myself of this: life is short and tomorrow is not promised.
    And on the other side of fear lies incredible freedom.

  62. ImAPhool says

    July 7, 2017 at 8:56 am

    I’m loving seeing so much strength and inspiration here. I know its easy on any of us, we all have our own challenges along with the life changing events surrounding us. But we’re still here, not just carrying ourselves forward, but helping each other along the way. This is so great. Thank you all.

  63. chumpinrecovery says

    July 7, 2017 at 9:01 am

    The kids need me. I have no choice. My employer needs me too. Somebody has to look after the house. Etc. etc. Just because I am an emotional wreck, that doesn’t mean the rest of the world is going to stand still and let me fall apart. Sometimes I do think it would be tempting to just give in to madness and escape life’s stresses like STBX chose to do, but I don’t have that luxury. I don’t have anyone to shuffle my responsibilities onto like he did.

    • Differently Chumped says

      July 7, 2017 at 10:13 pm

      Even if you had someone to shuffle your responsibilites onto, you would not be comfortable with that.
      That’s the difference between a cheater and a chump: integrity and responsibility.

  64. Rumblekitty says

    July 7, 2017 at 9:09 am

    At the time, my inner dialogue I repeated to myself was that I wasn’t special. That what happened to me wasn’t a rare thing and that my husband was not a fucking prize to feel bad about. It helped me to keep thinking this way, because when you insist that what happened to you is the worst thing to occur on the planet, you blow it up to be an insurmountable mountain. I had to keep remembering that there are a whole lot of people in the world who had it worst than me.

    I would think about all the other times in my life something horrendous happened, and I noted how little I cared about it NOW, so I knew I’d eventually get over that pain of the whole thing, and I did.

    • LovedaJackass says

      July 7, 2017 at 4:01 pm

      Very wise inner dialogue, Rumblekitty.

  65. NewHere says

    July 7, 2017 at 9:11 am

    I swear to you, God talked to me through the radio. On days when I thought I couldn’t get out of bed, the alarm would come on set to a local pop radio station, often playing music that pried me out of bed. I would hear songs like “Now you’re just somebody that I used to know” or “Should have said no” or “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” or “To the left” (I think it’s real title is Irreplaceable) or everyone’s favorite “I will survive”. Around that time there was this horrible song that was popular and it always seemed to come on just when I really needed it. For the life of me, I can’t think of it now!! Isn’t that funny? It was sung by a man, saying that he knows she’s cheating but she doesn’t know he knows. It was popular in late 2014, early 2015. I guess I can’t think of it now because I don’t need it now. Meh…

    • LovedaJackass says

      July 7, 2017 at 4:02 pm

      I love this. And I believe it happens.

    • QueenMother says

      July 8, 2017 at 2:53 pm

      Is this it?:

      I’m Not to Only One

      You and me we made a vow
      For better or for worse
      I can’t believe you let me down
      But the proof is in the way it hurts
      For months on end I’ve had my doubts
      Denying every tear
      I wish this would be over now
      But I know that I still need you here

      You say I’m crazy
      ‘Cause you don’t think I know what you’ve done
      But when you call me baby
      I know I’m not the only one

      • NewHere says

        July 10, 2017 at 9:28 am

        Yep, that’s it!! Thank you…, I think 🙂 I can’t tell you how many times hearing that song forged me forward into taking some action to promote my blossoming bad ass-ery.

  66. newdaydawning says

    July 7, 2017 at 9:17 am

    Even tho x went scorched earth on me, I refused to let that cowardly asshole think I was broken. I held my head high and summoned my inner Scarlett O’Hara, “As God as my witness, they’re not going to lick me, I’m going to live through this”. Whenever I have to deal with x or the aftermath, I visualize myself that scene in my mind.

    • Josephine says

      July 7, 2017 at 10:07 am

      I do that, too! “I’ll never be hungry again!!!!”

  67. JC says

    July 7, 2017 at 9:17 am

    My answer, to this day, is that I keep pushing myself to make changes to find the happiness I had originally believed I found.

    Once I realized that my now-ex’s behavior wasn’t acceptable TO ME, I began asking what I wanted. And aside from “a faithful spouse,” which wasn’t in the cards at the time, I didn’t know. I’d spent a decade making someone else happy, to no avail.

    So, my resiliency was trying new things, and making new changes, until I found myself on the right track. That involved two jobs and two moves–one across the country. It involved dating, a long-term relationship, and an acceptance of being single and content while I dealt with other transitions.

    As we say here, after you’ve been the victim of an affair, life’s other struggles become that much easier to deal with. So, my resiliency is choosing to have those struggles so I can evolve my life into its next stage.

  68. TheBestMe says

    July 7, 2017 at 9:19 am

    I am mighty because when I left him after 7 months of hopium in the mist of finding out about his affair, he got mad and hurt me. So here I am sick and needing surgery, broken rib, two angry teenage boys (because of Ex’s behavior) and a stay at home mom for 18 years. No insurance or income and he is long gone.

    I cried, raged, ranted and broke but I also went thru the surgeries, got 3 jobs until I found a good full time job, moved all his stuff out and made my house my own and was able to blend my sons and I into a family unit without too many mishaps. Two years as of last month, after the divorce here we are one son has two years of paid college under his belt and number two son has one year. We work together and put as much money in the college pot all year long to do this. I am working full time and once the kids are done, I just might go back to school too. I still hurt and feel like I lost my best friend on one hand and the other one I am proud I no longer allow his Narc abuse to affect me. Some days I forget how far I have come, because I feel like there is a long way for me to go.

    I thank God, my kids and family every day for helping me find that mighty woman after being lost for years (a good counselor did not hurt)

    • ShrylKL says

      July 7, 2017 at 11:00 am

      You are mighty!! I am sorry that happened to you. Yay you!

    • Givemestrength says

      July 7, 2017 at 11:09 pm

      I am very sorry this happened to you! You are an amazing role model for your sons! You are mighty!

  69. StrawberryJellyfish says

    July 7, 2017 at 9:24 am

    In those early days when all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry in bed all day I thought “you think this is too hard? It’s going to be a lot harder if you lose your job over this too.” Getting myself and my daughter pulled together each morning to daycare and work was a Herculean task but I never missed a day. And in the middle of all that I even managed to pack up my house and move to a new townhouse within 8 weeks of D-Day. I only had help from friends on moving day. I look back and I truly don’t know how I did it. I certainly wouldn’t have the energy to do that today!

  70. MJB says

    July 7, 2017 at 9:26 am

    For me this question beckons what came first? The chicken or the egg? Resilience to me is defined by who we are as chumps to begin with. A cheater has crappy life skills. A chump makes the best of a situation staying or leaving. They find their inner strength to cope. Many of us ate those shit sandwiches and tried to love and trust again only to be shown who the cheater really is once more. Some of us recognized our worth right away and saw the situation for the shit show it was and found the strength to leave.

    I’ve always been a ‘glass is half full’ kinda gal. Cheater wasn’t even a ‘glass is half empty’, but more of his glass was shattered. This is who we are as people and this just won’t change whether we stay married, divorce, or one or both moves on to a new relationship.

    I think the chumps that find ‘meh’ are resilient as hell! They found a full glass and said screw that half glass. The cheater is just trying to put anything they can in a glass to have something fill the emptiness.

    Sorry for the metaphors! Hopefully better than the duck one I used yesterday 😉

    • Josephine says

      July 7, 2017 at 10:10 am

      This really resonated with me. Who we naturally are as chumps– thank you.

    • Keepin' Calm says

      July 7, 2017 at 10:20 am

      I love this, too. I think my ex-douchebag is trying to “put anything they can in a glass to have something fill the emptiness.” He and the whore have moved in together with her three young kids (our are all grown – youngest is 17) and it just blows me away that he would want to involve himself with her and her horrible life (she is the very definition of white trash). Sometimes I think he believes he doesn’t deserve any better than her because his self-esteem is just absolute shit. But then I think, “NOT MY CIRCUS, NOT MY MONKEYS.” I tried to help him for YEARS to see his self-worth, to fix his broken soul. No longer. He’s an adult. He made his decisions.

      I am FREE.

      • MJB says

        July 7, 2017 at 10:47 am

        That is definitely one thing CL and CN has helped me see. It doesn’t really matter WHY they’re a cheater. They ARE a cheater.

        He’s an adult and the only one that can fix himself. I’m an adult and can only fix myself. I’m happy single right now. I have 2 kids in high school that have gone through enough crazy. I don’t need to find someone to fill any voids.

        Can you imagine in a million years having an affair with someone and moving them in with your young kids? Can you imagine bringing that into their life? She is some super kinda snowflake, isn’t she? Yes I love the ‘not my circus, not my monkeys’ sayng!!

        • Keepin' Calm says

          July 7, 2017 at 11:43 am

          I know!!! It is unbelievable that she would do this to her kids. But I’ve discovered that the OW is an absolute TRAINWRECK. Doesn’t pay her bills on time; her and one of her boyfriends (father to 2 of her three kids) got kicked out of their house for failure to pay rent; kids have behavioral problems (when the 5-yr-old was three, he choked a kid at daycare, punched a kid, AND threatened his teacher. AT THREE!). It is a nightmare. She’s also 13 years younger than my ex (she is actually closer to my oldest stepson’s age than my ex!). And my ex told me he wanted to go out on the open road, leave everything behind. Ha! And now he has more responsibility than he did when he was with me! I just can’t fathom his thinking process. Though he did tell me, “I don’t think, I just do.” NO SHIT, Sherlock!

          I feel so sorry for the kids. Their mother moves from one guy to the next. No wonder they have behavioral problems.

          I’m single now, too, and loving it. Can’t imagine being in a relationship. Don’t want to be in a relationship!

      • Doingme says

        July 7, 2017 at 11:44 am

        Keepin’

        I call that the drop off point. Had I not done the pickme dance in 2010 and won he would very likely ended up with the amazing woman (victim) he conned. She owned her own home, lived by the ocean, was attractive and earned a good income. He had been dating two others. She was an innocent and dumped him after I forwarded the texts he sent me, his wife at the time. She dumped him.

        Stupidly, I stayed. There is nothing like the desperation of an aging covert narcissist when their charm no longer works on intelligent women.

        Nanthony is a beast, a woman with no morals, no money, ugly as hell, with an arrest record a mile long. There is no doubt that she has never had a healthy relationship as she suffers from severe untreated mental illness

        It bothered me for quite a while that he erased me from his life for someone like her. The truth is he expected me to once again do the pick me dance and instead I threw him out. I interrupted the pattern. I decided to fight for myself and filed thanks to my therapist.

        His birthday is coming up this month. He will be 60 years old. There is no doubt in my mind he’s been dating and looking for a way out. Quite frankly he can no longer tell his story of woe, about his emotionally abusive wife, or the fact that he has no relationship with anyone but a whore.

        Me, I’m building up my retirement account and living a very healthy life that includes my children and granddaughter, with an amazing profession and friends I cherish.

        Meh.

        • Keepin' Calm says

          July 7, 2017 at 2:10 pm

          Doingme:

          GO YOU! I’m proud of you for fighting for yourself! And a good therapist is a MUST when going through this. Mine has been a life-saver.

          Why do these idiots downgrade so badly? It is just astonishing to me. About a month after D-Day, I did the pick me dance for awhile as he was after me to sleep with him, was asking me to lunch, etc. He said he wasn’t dating anyone at the time and I BELIEVED him. The whole time he was seeing the whore. I remember when I found out (Facebook snooping and ever since, I simply DO NOT LOOK), and I called him. He was flabbergasted. “How did you find out?” I think he asked me that twice. Ever since then, I’ve gone no contact (with an exception or two) and refused to play his game anymore. I’m done with him. He can fuck up his life with that worthless piece of trash. I am no longer jealous of her. She went after him, knowing he was married. She’s living with him with her kids – and that says a LOT. One of my friends saw her picture and said, “Your ex is dating a truck stop waitress?” hahaha!

          Like you, my therapist helped me to break the pattern that we’d been in for 18 years. But the real test is that when this relationship goes bellyup, he will be back, thinking he can get me again. My therapist said she wants to build me up so I’m strong enough to say NO. I don’t think he’ll be back and said so to my therapist, and she looked at me and said, “Oh, he’ll be back.” Other people have said the same. Guess we’ll see. But I’m not going to wait around to find out. I’ve got a life to live!

          • Feelingit says

            July 8, 2017 at 6:47 am

            Upgrading through cheating is impossible. Anyone who wants to be with someone who cheats which automatically makes them a liar is low no ifs, ands nor buts! Funny now but the first thing stbx told me about shmoopie is she is a lawyer with this gaga look on his face. I thought later I don’t care if she is a walmart clerk or the queen of England, she is still a cheater with a cheater in other words pond scum.

            The second thing he told me is she is heavier than me. Telling, first I care about image of status in the community and second looks- good riddance!

            • Peacekeeper says

              July 8, 2017 at 7:16 am

              Feelingit,
              So, she is a fat fuck lawyer and YOU are a lady, a wonderful, sane, present, loving parent.
              When you feel down, hold your head high, walk tall.
              YOU are a lady.
              She is trash!
              (((Hugs)))

              • Feelingit says

                July 8, 2017 at 7:46 am

                Thanks peacekeeper! That is hard to do when I feel like I was so stupid for so long and made so many mistakes. Writing this makes me see I learned always to take the blame because he never does. I also thing my family of origin had instilled that in me.

              • MJB says

                July 8, 2017 at 8:21 am

                I know we’ve all been down that path initially of what do they have that I don’t? Whether they are fatter, skinnier, smarter, dumber, prettier, uglier, etc… Ultimately it just doesn’t matter what is different about them. They are willing to be with a cheater. Who pursued who? Both are cheaters. That is the one thing they have in common. That is the only thing that matters when you are finally ready to let it go and move onto meh.

              • Peacekeeper says

                July 8, 2017 at 11:59 am

                Feelingit,
                Tempest has taught me and all Chumps that his character, all his shitty attributes that are not good are not our fault.
                It is not what we are, but what he isn’t.

                Feelingit, everything is so difficult for you right now, so in your face horrible!
                I am so sorry.
                One day he really will be in your rear view mirror.
                Your children are learning you are the sane, loving, present parent.
                They will form their own relationship with their father, but they will see the truth in front of their eyes.
                He is what he is. Nothing to do with you sweet lady.

                I hold so much inside, at present I am struggling to support my daughter who very recently tragically lost her husband, has young children. My cheater tells her to buckle up, he tells us all what to do, yet he does not do one physical thing to help. He offers no emotional support.
                This has been his life’s way. Expect nothing has sadly been my life motto.

                All these assholes who break a Chump’s heart. I want to line em all up and spray them with a kindness serum. Boy, some dream that is!

                Feelingit, I don’t know how to make you feel better, just know, and remember that I care, CN cares!
                ❤️

            • Keepin' Calm says

              July 8, 2017 at 12:24 pm

              You’re so right. Upgrading is impossible. My douchebag ex downgraded BIG time. I no longer feel jealous of her or wonder if she’s prettier or funnier or whatever. I’ve found out enough about her to know she’s complete trash. He’s welcome to that. I’m a successful published author, have two college degrees, and a fantastic job that I enjoy. And I have my INTEGRITY. I doubt the whore even knows what the word means.

          • Doingme says

            July 8, 2017 at 7:42 am

            Keeping

            I had ptsd just knowing they typically circle back. Not so much now as I’m much stronger. My therapist said sometimes ten years later they will want to return. I’ll be sitting on a beach far away with an unlisted phone number.

            • Keepin' Calm says

              July 8, 2017 at 12:21 pm

              Doingme,
              I love your attitude. Sitting on a beach somewhere! I’m not a beach gal, so I’m hoping I’m in a beautiful English cottage or a Scottish castle – somewhere far, far away from him.

              I’m sorry for your PTSD – I’ve been going through that crap, too. He still has a bunch of his stuff over here in my garage and basement, and every time I hear a car go by I think it’s him, coming to get his stuff, because he doesn’t have the balls to ask my permission to come over and just does it whenever he feels like it. I hate it.

              But we are mighty, damn it. We are better than our stupid jerk exes and their whores.

      • Helena says

        July 7, 2017 at 9:50 pm

        Calm, your description of your ex and the slut he rode out on fit my ex and his slut to a tee. He had self-esteem so low that over the years he would even call himself a pos or rather accuse me of thinking of him that way. And stupid me tried to bolster him up constantly but you know youy never really could. The slut he left me for was whitetrash in capital letters, had been married 3 times previously by age 38, hardly had any visible flesh from being covered in tattoos and come find out her two kids were not raised by her. I came to the conclusion these guys seek their own low level. And you know what they really are a better match.

        • Keepin' Calm says

          July 8, 2017 at 12:28 pm

          Helena, yes! My ex would call himself a POS (he did when he was “apologizing” to me about a week after I found out), and throughout our marriage he would just have the “poor me, I’m worthless” crap and I tried and tried and TRIED to help him. It was exhausting.

          I think you’re right, that they seek their own low level. I think my ex was actually jealous of me and intimidated by my intellect. I don’t say that to brag, but because I’ve always been a very studious person. I have two college degrees and love learning and discovering new things.

          Well you know what? Now he’s got a whore that doesn’t even use proper grammar! My therapist said it’s a power thing with him – now HE can feel superior to his whore. Asshole.

          • NoMoreEvil says

            July 9, 2017 at 3:11 pm

            THIS^^^

    • lady jane says

      July 7, 2017 at 10:52 am

      Beautifully written.

  71. Chumpasaurus Rex says

    July 7, 2017 at 9:29 am

    One of my favorite quotes: “Darling, you didn’t break me. You don’t have that power.”

    I reminded myself that I’m a truly good person (not his impression management-good) and that eventually everyone will realize what slime The Lizard King is like I did when the mask slipped.

    • Keepin' Calm says

      July 8, 2017 at 12:32 pm

      I love that quote, too: “Darling, you didn’t break me. You don’t have that power.”

      We are all going to emerge stronger than ever.

  72. WishinForHappiness says

    July 7, 2017 at 9:35 am

    My resilience is just a matter of surviving. He cheated, I was (am) in agony. He is just not THERE for me so I have to be there for me. If he isn’t fighting for me then I have to fight for me. I was his Plan B and by staying I made myself my own Plan B by putting him before myself. I am not Plan B.

    I deserve a man that wants only me. I deserve someone that loves me. I can’t have that if I stay with a cheater.

    • Keepin' Calm says

      July 7, 2017 at 10:22 am

      Darn right! You deserve a man who loves you and adores you. I know there are good men out there (my two brothers are amazing men and I point my daughter toward them to show her that yes, they do exist!) and you absolutely will find someone who will treasure you.

  73. horsesrcumin says

    July 7, 2017 at 9:42 am

    Yeah, touchy subject. My resilience – or lack of – has been a source of, at times, great frustration and disappointment in myself. I attempted suicide twice in the year after D-day. I thought I was strong. I thought I could survive and then thrive. And despite three much-loved kids, I still fell that low. Several times. I never thought I would. And it is embarrassing to admit that I just couldn’t stand the pain anymore, and was prepared to put my kids through that. I fought for years to stay alive for them.

    Conversely, I did survive. I did fight for me. From day one. I did stand up and scream that this is NOT acceptable. I lost ALL my friends. Every person I once thought was important to me never understood any of it, and felt sorry for my ex because of his ‘brain explosion’ that he was so sorry about. Having a genuinely remorseful one makes you the bad guy. And yeah. I’m still standing.

    I completed an undergrad degree in 2.5 years – with a double major, just dropping one A+ (I got an A on a group project paper.) I topped one department and was #2 in the other. Am a fortnight off submitting my Masters thesis in which I have researched the changed meanings of home, yaddah, yaddah. All of the academic work was done around working a 0.5 job, raising the kids and running the accounts for our still joint business.

    I can see my achievements. The mutual love for my young adult children. But I don’t feel as resilient as I always saw myself in the past. I am always affected by what he chose for me. And I wish like hell I could stop the mind movies and extreme disappointment. Resilience has been my bugbear throughout. Even when I ‘see’ what it looks like from the outside, I am still very broken and sad, and that royally pisses me off! I am the Queen of Injustice! And it isn’t a happy title, and I fight to put that crown aside every single day.

    • Keepin' Calm says

      July 7, 2017 at 10:24 am

      You are amazing. To complete all that academic work and still keep the business going AND raise the kids? That is MIGHTY. You will get there in the end. Just keep moving forward, keeping putting one foot in front of the other. Let go each and every day (easier said than done, I know!). As my Dad told me, “Let it roll off you like duck off a water’s back.”

      • horsesrcumin says

        July 7, 2017 at 7:47 pm

        Thanks Keepin’ Calm, very kind.

        My problem is the this duck has lost all the oil in her feathers. Whilst I can, and have/do let some of it go, it does cling, or at times, rebound, far more than I thought it would, I guess. I am eight years, one month, three weeks and one day post D-day. I thought I would be far better by now, and that is the resilience thing – when you have been a kick-arse person – that is who you thought you were – and you know that none of this is ‘your fault’ – why did I not ‘get better’ in that 2-5 years everyone promised? Lol. I know the answers to a lot of this. I have worked hard to recover, but I am who I am, and this straw, after all the others (not necessarily related directly to my partner) that had been building up, just eventually broke this camel’s back. Recovery promised to be so complete, and that is just not possible. The pain is still very unmanageable.

        I can’t describe the frustration at the lack of resilience, to STILL let two selfish, diseased fucktards affect my life daily, despite being mighty in so many ways.

        Ugh, pity party over and out – this thesis conclusion is not gonna finish itself!

        • LovedaJackass says

          July 8, 2017 at 7:39 am

          I don’t know. You were betrayed by two people you loved and trusted. One was your husband and business parter. And it wasn’t a one-time thing, and it happened on your own ground. Moreover, both of them had to know what they were doing and what it would do to you when you found out. And as you say, you lost all your friends, who to my mind couldn’t have been worth all that much if that haven’t stood by you through this whole ordeal. So you have a lot to process, and you are a highly intelligent, imaginative, and sensitive person.

          You’ve gone on to do mighty things for yourself and with your life. You are not stuck in a marriage you found intolerable after the affair. But your story makes me ponder the role of “no contact” in healing. You still have X’s “remorseful” self in your life. I’m not going to second-guess you on his remorse level, but holy cow, way too little and way too late. He’s like a drunk driver who killed someone and then is rightly remorseful. Remorse doesn’t fix the shattering of trust. It doesn’t fix betrayal. It doesn’t make whole the life he tore apart.

          My guess is that you would fully heal if you weren’t still in business with him, if you could maintain the sort of “almost no contact” people get to when they have adult kids but no other ties. I don’t think you have a lack of resilience. I think you are still living in part in the rubble of your marriage. And perhaps his “remorse” is sort of selfish, too, a way for him to keep himself central in your life and to co-opt the empathy and support your friends should have had for you. You have always been one of posters I most admire here, both for surviving what you went through and for your unselfish articulation of your struggle. For what it’s worth, I’ve NEVER liked your XH. What he did was shitty and unforgivable. Period. You are plenty resilient. But in some cases the pain can’t go away when the source of it is in front of you all the time. Just a thought. I’m sure you know plenty about your situation from the inside that we can’t see. Just know that you are deeply admired here.

          • MJB says

            July 8, 2017 at 9:03 am

            It’s so hard to see the forest for the trees sometimes. To reconcile the good parts of the person and life you once thought you had to the reality of what you’ve been dealt. To think your best friend betrayed you (and not the faux friend that was sleeping with your husband, but your spouse).

            I don’t think you can move on while you are still inmeshed and pining for that ‘good person who made a mistake’. It’s not until you really see this person for who they are-selfish.

            My nieces and kids love to watch The Walking Dead. They keep trying to talk me into watching and I’ve watched a few episodes now. They are right in that it’s more about the relationships and human nature than the gore. I used to think my ex would be the person I’d want by my side for the zombie apocalypse. I’ve finally come to realize he’d be the one to shoot me in the leg to save himself.

            I have reconciled he couldn’t really have a deep connected love for me and pursue outside relationships. We don’t share the same core beliefs. There’s nothing left there to work with. Time to move along.

            • horsesrcumin says

              July 8, 2017 at 6:10 pm

              100% MJB. Thanks.

          • horsesrcumin says

            July 8, 2017 at 6:08 pm

            LAJ. Absolutely. You nailed it. We are in the process of trying to sell the farm, so I can get the finance I require to start over. Doing this whilst trying to keep my head in the (thesis) game has been very personally challenging. I don’t recommend doing this whilst struggling with depression to anyone ?! If we manage a sale in the first 12 months, it won’t be final until June 2018 at the earliest now (the seasonal nature of farming in NZ.) So, I am restricted to some degree. But only short to medium term. As soon as I get the thesis sorted, and get the first journal article ready for publication, I will be looking hard for a decent 12 month contract anywhere in the country. Preferably near one of my three kids!

            I agree entirely that our closeness has created a terrible situation for me. He now sees this and we have deliberately made ourselves very scarce from each other. As much as we can until I find the funds and/or employment to move away. I don’t wanna be paying rent out of my ‘half’ of the equity in our farm and holiday home! When I move, that will be a shared expense. He agrees.

            I am firmly of the opinion now that the remorseful ones, who do the work, who are genuinely upset and sorry, are the most heartbreaking long term. For a start, they get the friends in the split! ? Hahaha. He has NOT encouraged this in any way. He has brushed off some of MY friends who were doing the sympathy dance around him. Feeling so sad for him that I ‘wouldn’t’ (couldn’t) ‘just get over it’.

            I know he will make someone a fantastic partner. I know I will make a fantastic person. Alone. He was a beautiful, beautiful partner for me until he willingly blew my world up because he got a little insecure! Fucktard. Still ridiculous to think he would do that! And he knows so much more than he did then. He has definitely kept me trapped with his deep remorse, love and sorrow. I clearly see that. So does he, finally.

            I am able to see a better version of myself. And I know it can only happen with ‘no contact’ – which will happen. Thanks so much. It means a lot that you commented ❤

        • Tempest says

          July 8, 2017 at 10:54 am

          Horsesrcumin–let me second what LAJ has said; I always read your posts with rapt attention and admiration for the double betrayal that you have lived through (plus your ability to handle it with humor and insight).

          If your friends abandoned you after D-day, they suck, too. Cowards, the lot of them (and that is the kindest I can be).

          Two things–if you are still in business with your X, can that change? Frankly, I know lots of stories from my past 2.5 years on CL, and don’t know of any who have fully healed while still in touch with their Xs on a near-daily basis. Have you looked for meetups in your area (in the forums). I credit meeting other chumps in person with much of my post-betrayal recovery. Having lunch with other people to whom you can tell your story, and who can finish your sentences about your experience, is irreplaceable.

          Huge hugs, friend!

          • horsesrcumin says

            July 8, 2017 at 6:19 pm

            Thank you, Tempest. I agree completely. With the assets owned by his Family Trust, it has been a hard slog to try to ensure I get my share. I think we have disentangled the legalities sufficiently now.

            I was adamant that I wasn’t walking away from nearly 30 years of working ‘for’ these businesses without my fair share. Whilst the Relationship Property Act covers those of us who never married just as well so those who are, neither of us properly predicted what would happen in the event of separation when we, or rather he – as I was pretty excluded from much of the ‘family’ shit at the time (another thread to my fury at what he set me up for!) – set up the protections for our assets, supposedly for our children, but I question fucking patriarchal, old school lawyer’s intentions now! – in the form of trusts. We both regret our lack of foresight. And I regret not screaming even louder at the injustice! I was very pissed off about how it all went down at the time. I still won’t get half. But I will push hard to get as close as I bloody can!

          • horsesrcumin says

            July 8, 2017 at 6:35 pm

            Oh, and my friends were obvious lightweights. I kinda knew that to some degree. But I live near the same small town in grew up in. Many of us left. And some returned. My former BFF, for over 40 years, is terribly vacuous. Should her marriage fail, she will have a moment, then skip along to the next, ‘fun’ thing. I am pretty sure. She’s as deep as a puddle, lol. She symathised foe five minutes, then thought I should forgive, continue to be kind, and put it behind me. Don’t overthink it, horses. Good advice. If you’re a Wizard of Oz-style Scarecrow.

            I don’t miss them for who they showed themselves to be. Just do miss my extroverted introvert self and lifestyle. Moving and starting over, will help. I know. Meeting mature-minded and interesting people rather than the over-wined, over-Botoxed, over-moneyed, Kardashianised spoiled middle-aged types I used to know…. gosh, judgey much, horses???.

            • chumpintecovery says

              July 9, 2017 at 8:11 pm

              I think you just described Shmoopie and the rest of the crowd STBX hangs with these days. It’s just so desturbing that he feels he fits in so well with that crowd. Shudder.

        • Keepin' Calm says

          July 8, 2017 at 12:35 pm

          I agree with the others here. Is there a way you can extricate yourself from the business and go no contact? I think he’s still sucking the energy out of your life and it’s making it impossible for you to truly be free of him.

          I wish SO MANY good things for you. Keep on keepin’ on!

          • horsesrcumin says

            July 8, 2017 at 6:37 pm

            Cheers, Keepin’ Calm. Will do. Take care.

    • Differently Chumped says

      July 7, 2017 at 10:34 pm

      Suicide attempts are from depression and depression is caused by brain chemicals that we can’t control. No need to be ashamed. Easier said than done (ask me how I know).

      I never understood why a suicidal attempt that did not end in death is called a “failure”. Life is a victory in all circumstances.

      You can give yourself credit for surviving.

      • horsesrcumin says

        July 8, 2017 at 6:40 pm

        Good point, DC. I don’t think I ever framed my attempts to end the pain as ‘failure’ as such. But even though I know I did not fail in this relationship, there is ‘failure’ draped all over it. And I have consciously struggled with that. I’m sure many chumps can relate.

        I’m glad you’re still here xxx.

  74. UnFlownKite says

    July 7, 2017 at 9:43 am

    I want to blow my brains out every single day. I’m tired of this. It’s not just the cheating and divorce, it has been life. I was born so far from the starting line that for the first 40 years of my life I could only stumble to try and get to the start. I managed to grow up around drugs and alcohol and no one with a desire to further educate themselves without ever doing drugs or drinking and always pushing myself to go to school. Once life seemed to have started better and I thought I was on the road to being rewarded for my perseverance, my husband cheated (knowing I would never tolerate cheating). We had finally gotten a house (at age 50) and he cheats. I had almost finished my degree (at age 50) and started preparing myself to go out in the working world, old, and he cheats. My oldest daughter died four years ago, unexpectedly (whoever gets over that? She was my baby girl! My first born!. But you want to know what I learned from her death (other than I loved her so much that I almost didn’t make it), very few people give a damn, even her step father, who could only go on and on and on about the cost of the funeral, even though he has gotten that money back 4 times over now in tax refunds by deducting her children). We took in her children because their father is doing 20 years. Two years after we had them it looked like we (me) was still going to be someone. Nice home. 3000 miles from where we spent the last 20 years, but close to his mommy. Because who needs that breast milk more than him? Children doing well. Our teenager doing well, getting accepted into college. No one being truant or troubled. No children doing drugs, no children having sex, no children having drama at school. All children loved to come home and talk to me and be a family. And what does he do? CHEATS. Not with someone younger, not with someone better, but with a smoking, drinking, dried up hag (our age). He couldn’t even get cheating right. Now, here I am. Attorney fees adding up. No money to move. Because I do want to move, far far far away from him. Yet, “like air I rise.” Which okay, no complaint, I want to blow my brains out, but I don’t. What pisses me off the most though is, “You don’t supposed complain. Everyone has troubles. No one wants to hear that! By the way, you are old. Everyone lost someone close to them! You supposed to suffer in silence and not expect any compassion. Nope, go away old woman. No one wants to make friends and talk to you. 18-34 is the sexy demographic. 13-34 is when you make friends and move up in your career. Woman, go in some corner and sit down and shut up!”

    • That Is Not A Thing says

      July 7, 2017 at 9:50 am

      Oh, honey. I’m so sorry. No one gets over losing a child, no one. That was part of your heart. I can only hope for you that the pain lessens so that you can enjoy a flower or a sunset. I’m glad you haven’t blown your brains out. Cheers and kudos for one more day of not ending the suffering that way. I have compassion for you. You are not old; you have built a LIFE and he took it from you; that’s not age, that’s the length of time it takes to make a commitment like that. You are MIGHTY in your devotion to your family.

      • UnFlownKite says

        July 7, 2017 at 10:03 am

        Thank you. I so needed to hear that.

        • Kathleen says

          July 7, 2017 at 1:21 pm

          UnFlownKite…

          My heart ❤️ goes out to you. It’s true everyone has tragedy in their life, some more than others.. But remember you are not old or not wanted.

          I’m 69, cancer survivor, abandoned by my X of 34 years. More than I can list here, but after thinking of ending it all.. I realized that life is still precious & no cruel cheating Narc will take
          It away from me.

          Please stay strong & know you are not alone! Have heard some horrible stories here on CN &
          learned a lot about Courage. You will be fine in time like us all.

          Hugs to you dear!!

      • UnFlownKite says

        July 8, 2017 at 1:12 am

        Thank you. I will get through and it will all work out. It’s this part right now though.

        • LovedaJackass says

          July 8, 2017 at 8:02 am

          There are losses that change your life forever. No one loses a child with being utterly gutted and changed. And to take on raising her children is a mighty and loving thing to do.

          There’s a post above that references the poster’s grandmother, who was betrayed in her 60s, rebuilt her life, and has lived another 30 years. You have the rest of your life ahead of you. (I’m 65, so I’m speaking from experience at figuring I’m at least in the last 1/3 of the journey, given life expectancy of women in my family.) You have come so far from that dysfunctional family that gave you so little. (I know about that, too). But don’t measure yourself solely by the job or the house. Look at the love and care you give the people in your life. That is what matters. “This part right now” is bad for all of us, but on top of losing a child, it must be crushingly painful. Sending you hugs. You aren’t an old woman. Your’e mature. And mighty.

      • NorthernLight says

        July 8, 2017 at 8:56 am

        It sounds like you are very strong. And I think you have a right to speak out about the pain you’re in with the loss of your daughter and your ex too. People who try to say everyone has troubles in an effort to quiet people down don’t sound understanding at all. Maybe they haven’t lived through great loss and it terrifies them, and you talking about it is a reminder that it could happen to anyone without warning. And they don’t have the courage to face that reality. (I hope you can find friends who do listen, and you can always come here and share because people get it at CN.) You are living through some of the worst pain I can imagine. But you are courageous and persevering. And rising…

        “Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
        I rise”

    • lostntx says

      July 7, 2017 at 11:11 am

      I am very sorry for your loss! It’s the one thing I believe that is actually worse than divorce. You should be proud of all you have accomplished! You did it and the cheater didn’t help one bit. Now you have to move on with your plans. I understand the daily battle to keep going. I did it for my kids. I understand how it is when the pain is so severe that they don’t even factor in to that decision. I am still here because I didn’t own a gun. I hit that low one night and it was the only thing that stopped me. I’m very glad I didn’t do that to my kids! Just know, more than anything they will need a sane parent. You are that person. Just take it one day at a time. I made it and you can to. Letting go of the past and who you thought somebody was is very important. Along with no-contact with cheater. Before long, you’ll be 2 years out like me and will be finding a life of your own. Stay strong and know you will be good!

    • Amiisfree says

      July 7, 2017 at 2:43 pm

      Thank you for sharing your pain here and allowing us to support you.

    • StarStuffGoddess says

      July 7, 2017 at 4:36 pm

      UnFlownKite,

      Your story breaks my heart. No one should have to live through what you’ve had to live through. It’s understandable that sometimes you just want to give up, there is so much pain.
      I hope you continue to persevere because it sounds like you are a very strong person. Stronger than most, since you’re still here.

    • horsesrcumin says

      July 7, 2017 at 7:13 pm

      I hear you, and hug you UnFlownKite.

      Changing the narrative from, “hey, yeah, you got your heart broken a tad, bummer,” to, “this is life-changing and utterly personally destroying,” is not something we have managed yet. I got brushed aside, too. No one cares. No one wants to hear. The heartbroken are considered weak, unable to ‘just get over it’.

      The death of a child should NEVER be forgotten, or marginalised as “oh, but that was a long time ago” – it is always fresh. And I argue that being cheated along the same lines of feelings. Not the same, Not at all, but with similar permanent ramifications.

      I have written a piece in my thesis about a participant who clearly demonstrated this with her readings about the death of her beloved father, and some writing she holds dear, and her ex, who left her and their two boys for another woman. I framed it as a spatialised reading of absent presences (which I interpret as when the embodied person is gone, as in death, but there are traces, and important presences, things, memories, their spiritual presence) versus present absences (put simply when the embodied person still walks around, but the person you knew and loved his disappeared completely, leaving you completely bereft, and unable to connect the person to the person you hold in your imaginary.) I can’t imagine the pain of losing a child, and I send you loads of love. Please hold on, as I am doing. I don’t want these selfish fucktards to win, either!

    • Tempest says

      July 8, 2017 at 11:05 am

      UnflownKite–Fuck anyone who tells you to stop complaining. You have plenty to complain about, and (from the sound of it) insufficient social support from people close & distant. It is patently false that people do not want to make friends with a 50+ year old woman; broaden your circles to people with more integrity (and please, please, go into the forums and check for chump meetups in your area. It is a salve like no other).

      Having to deal with the loss of a child alone is enough to make most of us contemplate ending the pain with suicide; you’ve been dealt a triple blow with your X’s infidelity and aftermath, plus taking in a second batch of children to raise.

      You mention financial problems from the divorce, but check into free or low-cost counseling in your area. On those nights when life’s problems seem insurmountable, sign up for the forums (top Right on this page), and post your story. There is always some member of CN awake, and the warmth of the support you will get will give you some of that air beneath your wings. Huge hugs!

    • chumpintecovery says

      July 9, 2017 at 8:20 pm

      We care and you can go on ad much about yourvtroubles as you want here. I don’t have the words to express the comfort I would like to give as so many others have so beautifully done here but I do care. Stay strong.

    • IsisGoddessofMotherhood says

      July 10, 2017 at 8:56 am

      I am so sorry for your losses. I cannot fathom the pain of losing a child. Please keep coming back to the site. We are here and we care. And we understand what it’s like to be chumped. Keep sharing your story.

  75. rockette says

    July 7, 2017 at 9:45 am

    I bargained for 4 months, and waking up every morning to that terrible pain of abandonment the only thing that got me through the day was “You can do this, she sucks, you can get him back.”

    When I was finally done with him it was “FUCK YOU. I’M SO MUCH BETTER THAN THIS.” It was ChumpLady and ChumpNation every morning telling me I was mighty and he was to blame for his own actions. It was “THIS IS NOT YOUR FAULT.” Mostly though, it was that fuck you I’m awesome thing. And that my daughter deserves better.

  76. That Is Not A Thing says

    July 7, 2017 at 9:46 am

    What my brother told me: “Not A Thing, you’ve been through worse. You’ll get through this too.”

    What I told myself, when tempted to lose the battle to despair: “Not today, mother fucker, NOT TODAY.”

    • BeenThereandWasAChump says

      July 7, 2017 at 11:08 am

      LOVE THIS!!!! Love. It.

    • Differently Chumped says

      July 7, 2017 at 10:38 pm

      That’s right. NOT TODAY.
      As they say in AA, Just for today, I will not drink!

    • IsisGoddessofMotherhood says

      July 10, 2017 at 8:58 am

      “Not today, mother fucker, NOT TODAY.” I printed this out in huge font and hung it inside my closet door. I gather strength and courage from looking at it every morning.

  77. Isis says

    July 7, 2017 at 9:53 am

    I took a long, hard look at the things I was afraid would happen IF I left her. I said them aloud. I wrote them down. There they are. I started this exercise with the goal of getting a grip on my fears by identifying them as non-catastrophic. And then I realized ALL OF THOSE THINGS ALREADY HAPPENED. While she was my partner. While our family was “intact.” I realized that I probably wouldn’t feel any worse just because she didn’t live in the same household (where she was engaging virtually with her affair partner as often as possible…). No wonder I felt so awful! The next day, I finally said NO. No more lies, no more games, no more. The official end of our relationship brought new pain, but it was never worse than the pain I experienced while living with someone who betrayed me and compromised my ability to live my life on my terms.

  78. NorthernLight says

    July 7, 2017 at 9:57 am

    In the worst months, I told myself the classic CL “trust that they suck” and reminded myself over and over that things would get better. I also told myself over and over that the husband I was missing so much was a hologram. The person I had loved was not who I thought he was. And I also knew from even in the middle of dday, like several others have shared, that I would be okay. I knew, deep down, that eventually I would be okay again. My ex said, the morning after dday, that I deserved better. I said, “I know.” And in the first weeks, I focused on the physical…one foot after the other on the way to work… Time slowed down and became palpable almost, and survival became more of a concrete thing. Eat something. Try to sleep a little. Journal out your thoughts so they have a release. Lie on the floor and cry a while. I guess I just decided to give myself permission to exist in the slow-motion grief vacuum as long as I needed. (I do not have kids, so I had more freedom to process the pain in this way.) I didn’t miss a day of work and that structure and the sense of needing to go to work helped a lot I’m sure. I wasn’t too functional or efficient at work for along time, but my colleagues were incredibly understanding and were rooting for me through it all (and still are, 4 years later). So I guess for me it came down to (1) knowing things would eventually get better, even if it didn’t feel that way at the time, and (2) giving myself permission to feel it all. Oh, that reminds me, one of my biggest mantras was “the only way out is through.” I told myself that a lot as an encouragement that feeling the awfulness of it all now and processing it in a healthy way was the key to surviving the hell and eventually building a new life and becoming happy again one day… (And, four years later, I am happy to say that it “worked” and I am happy and have a new life!)

    • Keepin' Calm says

      July 7, 2017 at 10:28 am

      Good for you!!! I’ve heard that quote, too, “The only way out is through.” And it’s so true. There are times I get frustrated when I feel like I should be further along in my recovery process, but that’s how recovery works: it’s not linear. We go up and down and sometimes backwards. But we’ll get there in the end. I’m so proud of you for reaching your happiness!

      My ex-douchebag told me I deserved better, too. I said, ‘You’re damn right I do.”

      • NorthernLight says

        July 7, 2017 at 10:37 am

        You’re so right about it not being a linear process. I was a little surprised by how nonlinear it was. You sure do deserve better and I’m glad you know it and are on the road “through”…

        • Keepin' Calm says

          July 7, 2017 at 11:35 am

          Thank you!

  79. Peacekeeper says

    July 7, 2017 at 9:59 am

    This morning I told my daughter ,who is grieving the sudden loss of her husband, ( a nice guy, not a cheater),that the thing that sustains me is my sense of humour. I told her no one and nothing can ever take that away from me.
    It is a very small thing in the big aspect of life, but it sure helps me!

    Love to CN, a life sustainer too!

    • Attie says

      July 9, 2017 at 11:04 am

      You’re absolutely right Peacekeeper. Humour bursts the pain bubble time and time again, if only for a few brief seconds. Sending much love to you and your daughter.

      • Peacekeeper says

        July 9, 2017 at 12:31 pm

        Thank you Attie.
        I feel your love and CN’s support.
        (((((Many appreciative hugs)))))

  80. pregnant chump says

    July 7, 2017 at 10:02 am

    I had to get up everyday and look after my son. I also knew I had to make myself eat because I didn’t just have myself to think about. I realised that he wasn’t going to be there for me and our son, when we needed him the most and that he only cared about himself. I had to tell myself that none of it was my fault and that I had done everything I could, even if I didn’t really believe it. I knew there was a possibility I could fall back into depression and I had to fight that hard. I didn’t want to be taking medication during my pregnancy.

  81. Givemestrength says

    July 7, 2017 at 10:03 am

    I am 4 weeks post D-Day 2. My husband said all the right things after D-Day 1 and begged me to reconcile. Like a Chump I believed in him and our love. 10 months later he started seeing his affair partner again and she called to tell me. She knew he would never leave me on his own. She did me a favor because I know I deserve better and I don’t want to be with him!!!! I threw him out and am filing for divorce, but he says he wanted this anyway because he is in love with her and they are planning their future. And he started his affair again with her when I was going through a risky stem cell treatment for a medical problem – total scum!!!! I am totally NC except for very business like ocassional emails about our son or bills. This has been the most painful thing I have ever went through! I have read the archives and am very thankful to CN and CL! You guys are helping getting me through! So how am I resilient? I have always been a strong person with a positive attitude, so I keep telling myself that I deserve better and I will be happier even though it is tough right now. I went on the two week vacation for our anniversary to California that we planned with my Mom instead. It was good to get away and reflect, but I forced myself to try to enjoy the trip and especially all of the beautiful scenery, etc. And I did genuinely enjoy it even though I had sad moments. I am also enjoying time with my son when he is home from his camp program on weekends. I know I need to be strong and the sane parent for him. Please tell me it gets easier!!!! I dread that she is going to be in my sons life!!!! My husband is going to introduce them when he deems the time is right ?. Thanks CN and CL!!!!

    • MJB says

      July 7, 2017 at 10:30 am

      I’m so sorry for your pain! Especially when you have health issues and you need his support. They are takers. When you need them to give, that’s not a role they can fill. AND you’re not giving them enough so they look for a new source. They have to feed. It’s who they are.

      It does get easier. I know you’re down in the weeds of it right now. But once you step back, just think about the fact SHE called you to tell you. Sure he’s going along with it right now. How long til the fun, new, sparkly wears off? How long til he figures out she’s a controlling bitch and it’s not so much fun.

      But that doesn’t change your course. It took me a long time to realize that no matter what the outcome of him and schmoopie was, my future was the same. You can’t control your son and the schmoopie meeting, but you can prepare him for it. Again I’m sorry for your pain!! It get’s easier. One year out and I’m sleeping like a log, eating full meals, and feel happy most of the time. My ex, not so much.

      • Givemestrength says

        July 7, 2017 at 10:51 am

        Thank you so much!!!! I am really happy that you are doing well a year out!!!! I keep telling myself I will be happier/better off w/o him and it will get easier!!!! Best quote I saw on this site “If you cheat on a good woman karma will make sure you end up with the bitch you deserve!” ??

    • oneonefourone says

      July 7, 2017 at 1:34 pm

      My STBX (also 4 weeks today, solidarity) couldn’t deal with my health issues either. I was asking him to show up for me over about the past six months and he couldn’t do it. He actually wrote to me in an email that because he’s “healthy, wealthy and successful” that he struggles to relate to conditions like generalised anxiety (which, by the way, I’ve learned gets worse when you’re dealing with an ass making it all about themselves and gets somewhat alleviated when the door hits them on the way out!).

      • Givemestrength says

        July 7, 2017 at 1:38 pm

        Oy!!!! So tough I understand!!!! We are both better off without them!!!! The process sucks though!!!! Hugs

      • Keepin' Calm says

        July 7, 2017 at 2:14 pm

        ARGH. What is it with these douchebags? I have health issues, too (rheumatoid arthritis) and came to rely on my ex a lot. But now? I actually feel BETTER. I feel stronger and able to take care of myself. I think I was so beat down that I figured I’d have to rely on him for the rest of my life. THANK GOD I don’t! I lost myself for 18 years. No more.

        • Givemestrength says

          July 7, 2017 at 2:25 pm

          So true!!!! So happy to hear you are doing better!!!! I have Lupus so I totally understand what you are talking about (was diagnosed 7 years ago). I hope I will feel better too!!!! 20 years we have been together but he really changed the last few years. It’s like he is a totally different person who decided he wants to be young again/party and just be a father some of the time. Wants the young life w no responsibility. His AP is in her 20’s and she’s a party girl. We are 40. It’s sickening!!!!

          • Keepin' Calm says

            July 7, 2017 at 4:18 pm

            Oh, Givemestrength, I so get it. I hope you get better, too! When the stress starts to recede, I think your body will love it and hopefully, you won’t get any bad flares! My flares haven’t been nearly as bad. Autoimmune diseases like we have tend to get worse with stress, so I’m praying you will start to feel MUCH better!

            Oh, and my ex did the same in the past two years. Changed and wanted to party and be a part-time father. Not that he was ever much of a full-time father. I was the one who did most of the parenting. My ex is 45, AP is 32 with three little kids – all of our kids are grown (youngest is 17). So now he gets to be a “daddy” again. I’m laughing as I relax in my nice, quiet house, no having to fight kids to go to bed, or deal with temper tantrums, or all the other things that come with having young kids. Been there, done that – and never again!

            • Givemestrength says

              July 7, 2017 at 7:06 pm

              Thank you!!!! The situation is so tough and frustrating!!!! You are giving me hope that when the dust settles I will feel better too!!!! I honestly think his AP is going to get pregnant “by accident” to trap him. She’s nuts!!!! And I know he doesn’t want more kids.

              • Keepin' Calm says

                July 8, 2017 at 12:41 pm

                I really think you’ll feel better! Removing that stress will help your body a ton. A return to calm, to peace, will be one of the best medicines out there.

                If he’s stupid enough to get her pregnant, that is his dumbass fault. My ex got a vasectomy years ago, so I’m not worried about him getting his whore pregnant which is a relief. She’s already got three kids by two different dads. I have no doubt that if my ex WAS able to make a baby, she would try and trap him, too. These whores are just disgusting, worthless excuses for human beings.

              • Givemestrength says

                July 8, 2017 at 3:43 pm

                Thank you!!! So true how disgusting these whores are!!!! Gross!!!!

        • Differently Chumped says

          July 7, 2017 at 11:11 pm

          It is to their advantage when our conditions worsen. My stbx loved to play Saintly Man With A Sick Wife. That role attracts so many kibbles.
          Additionally, when focusing on me and my problems, he didn’t have to look at his own. Double bonus!

          If they help us get better, they are threatening their kibble source.
          It’s pretty twisted.

          Five years ago we had a disabled child. This has turned out to be another kibble jackpot. Not only is he SMWASW, he is also Super Dad Of Cute Little Girl in Wheelchair.

          He will parade around with her in public, taking her to church, the store, museum etc. However, when it comes to the daily battle of enforcing the doc’s orders (stretching, exercising, wearing braces that she HATES) he is nowhere to be found.

          Gee, I wonder why?

          • Keepin' Calm says

            July 8, 2017 at 12:42 pm

            What an absolute ASSHOLE. Good grief. Y’know, I have always tended to think that people were basically good. Not anymore. Some are downright evil. My ex is one of them and I didn’t recognize it until now.

            I didn’t think about the kibbles thing. I was a huge source of kibbles for him many a time. Of course, there were also several times I was sick that he completely ignored me and hung out with his friends instead. JERK.

      • NoMoreEvil says

        July 9, 2017 at 3:25 pm

        Hopefully he’ll think of you and feel like shit in the future when he ends up not so “healthy, wealthy, and successful” and noone wants to deal with him. Karma is a bitch!

  82. Beth says

    July 7, 2017 at 10:05 am

    Wow, I had to think about this one. It’s hard to go back and look at that time period which was a month shy of 5 years ago. I think my resilience was 70% worry about my kids, 20% raw survival instinct and 10% pride. DDay#2 was 2 weeks before my youngest left for her freshman year of college. I HAD to get myself together for her. My oldest was already going through a tough patch and needed my support too. And because I was still spackling hard I needed to stiffen my spine since I was determined that no one (other than my kids who were still living at home) was going to know about the separation because I was so sure we would fix things and go on and I didn’t want people to judge him. Terrible decision that almost destroyed me. The physical and mental toll of maintaining that facade was devastating. That’s where the survival instinct and pride came in. I wouldn’t recommend it though. It was horrible. I’m still recovering from the effects of those two years.

    Tracy, thanks for this “assignment.” I’m one of those people who has a brutal interior critic rehashing every failure and flaw on a loop tape. It’s important to look back and see that whatever mistakes and flaws I have, and I admit they are many, I managed to create a happy healthy life for myself and that is no small accomplishment.

  83. Roberta says

    July 7, 2017 at 10:10 am

    You just have to have faith that things will work out for you and make some gut wrenching decisions for your own welfare. I remember telling my sister that I wanted to be “fair!” She reminded me that he would not be as generous and I had better look to taking care of myself. I admit I flew by the seat of my pants, but good old common sense kicked in and it all turned out better than I could have dreamed. After the divorce I decided I was not going to let two obvious lunatics decide how my life would look or the kind of person I would be going forward. They simply weren’t going to get that power over me! It is empowering for me and it neutralizes them completely which they absolutely hate! Life is good!

  84. Roberta says

    July 7, 2017 at 10:17 am

    I also made a habit of “counting my blessings” each night. It helped me to look at even the smallest things as a gift given to me. It’s a good thing to do and helps to fight against all the crappy things that can pop up Day by day.

  85. roxie says

    July 7, 2017 at 10:19 am

    Honestly it was everyone’s low expectations of me.
    All my life everyone in my family has dismissed me as worthless. Family, friends of family, whoever, always looked down their noses at me. Following the narrative of the first narcissist in my life (my mother) I was painted as such a terrible person, so of course I fell for my ex-husband and his bullshit.

    I know it sounds bad, right? But I got so sick of being the black sheep. So sick of being thought of as worth nothing. I guess I got the attitude of FUCK YOU ALL!

    I’m doing well now out of total stubbornness. I’m better than all those fuckers thought I was. I’m worth more than their bullshit. I pushed through my self doubt. I got busy. I’m damned good at my job. I’ve raised some very excellent children. I did all of that without help.

    All the “We’re so proud of what you’ve accomplished.” and the offers of support after I no longer need it from extended family falls so flat. I don’t even care what they think anymore.

    I don’t feel anger anymore at any of them. I’m so MEH. But I still sure love to say FUCK YOU to the doubters.

    • Beth says

      July 7, 2017 at 12:37 pm

      Good for you Roxie! I’m raising my middle finger in salute to all your doubters. 😉

      • roxie says

        July 7, 2017 at 1:45 pm

        Thanks 🙂

        • Differently Chumped says

          July 7, 2017 at 11:17 pm

          Roxie=moxie!!!
          🙂

  86. DancesWithMeh says

    July 7, 2017 at 10:21 am

    I think the key is honesty.

    Although it was hard to believe the things my ex had done, once I had proof, I shared my findings as matter of factly with those around me, as I could. Some still couldn’t believe it, even with proof. This tells you very quickly who around you you can actually trust and rely on.

    I would not have made it without the support of those friends who did believe me. I also would not have made it without being honest with myself about what I found. It helps you to accept that even though you’re in shock still, you have to get out.

    Heck, mine called the police when I tried to go in our master bedroom. He tried to block me from doing so, I tried to duck under him, he leaned towards me, and then tried to say that I pushed him!

    When the police came out, I was honest with them. What else could I do? Later that day, they offered ME a restraining order against HIM, not the other way around.

    Sometimes I wish I’d taken them up on that restraining order. It would have meant he would have had to move out of the house! But, unlike him, I’m not a liar, and he hadn’t done anything to warrant a restraining order… or maybe the police are more clever than I am. They suggested to me at the time that there are other kinds of abuse besides physical abuse, and that I did not have to live with emotional abuse.

    Anyway, during that time, I learned about the kindness of strangers. Mere acquaintances became valued friends, and I couldn’t have gotten through without them.

    I felt my own mighty when I moved all the way back to my home country after living most of my adult life (20 years) in another country with him, happened upon a negotiation course back home, which was invaluable in accomplishing a good divorce settlement, got a good job within 4 months of moving back, and negotiated a big enough settlement to buy myself a house outright, for cash!

    Like someone said earlier, during the crisis of it all, you don’t feel very mighty. But when you look back, you realize you received a great gift out of this. You made it through this, so you know that you can make it through anything life throws at you in the future.

    Stay strong, my friends. Even for those of you who haven’t made it through the fire yet, trust that they suck, and that you are mighty. You will someday look back on this time as both the best and worst of times. Sure, your marriage fell apart, but you found you again in the process.

    • NorthernLight says

      July 7, 2017 at 10:31 am

      I think you are right about honesty. My first instinct (in the middle of the night, only about 6 hours after dday started), I emailed my inner circle and told them exactly what had happened. I felt like my only way to survive was to reach out to my friends and let them know the truth. I felt like no telling the truth would kill me or my soul. It felt like a way out, you know, “the truth will set you free.” I found the path to freedom was paved with honesty…and that includes letting myself honestly feel the grief process.

      • Drew says

        July 8, 2017 at 12:36 pm

        So true! The day he walked out I became brutally honest. No more lies. The biggest one was that he “was a good person.” Nope, not a truth. After twenty years I finally acknowledged the fact that he failed us, in many ways through the years he had shown me who he was. I recognized even in those hardest moments that my freedom was a gift. That all the beautiful things I bring to this world were wasted on someone like him and that I should get busy living. He’s married to his crap AP now and drinks every night. Karma right there.

  87. conniered says

    July 7, 2017 at 10:23 am

    I remember just thinking, “I can’t stop.” I have a job, a child, 3 dogs to take care of. I’m going to keep doing what I’ve always done. They need me. And, truthfully, I needed them. I was definitely going through the motions at the beginning. Wake up, eat, take son to school, go to work, get back home to take care of son and dogs, eat (and have wine), sleep, get up and do it all over again.

    I felt God’s hand on me in being released from a marriage that I had no idea was crappy. I found Chump Lady right away. I was one of the lucky ones. I was searching for ways to talk to my son who was 7 at the time. I spoke the truth. That made me feel mighty.

    In the beginning, being alone was terrifying so I reached out to my family. I joined a MeetUp group.

    Looking back, I think my mantra was “I don’t deserve this.” and I took every step to get away from the Cheater. I’d rather be alone than be with the wrong person.

    • Keepin' Calm says

      July 7, 2017 at 2:18 pm

      “I’d rather be alone than be with the wrong person.”

      Exactly. I was with the wrong person for too long. All my friends saw it. My family saw it. And yet I stubbornly refused to believe otherwise.

      I’m so glad your family was there for you. Mine has rallied to my side despite the fact that I’d pulled away from them because of the ex-douchebag. He was poisoning me against them. I will forever regret that I allowed that. But now? I am spending lots of time with my family and loving every minute of it.

  88. Doingme says

    July 7, 2017 at 10:26 am

    After I threw him out I didn’t believe I would make it as he purpously said cruel things to push me off the ledge.

    I’m not sure exactly why I didn’t jump.

    My children used to ask me which one of them I loved the most. My response was always the same. If I were in a boat and it started to sink, I would die trying to save each one of them.

    And here I was drowning in sorrow in the middle of an ocean of grief alone. Looking back now I was always a survivor and developed coping strategies throughout my childhood. I lived believing my glass was full because i was blessed with positive role models in school and church. I was a joiner. I seeked out normalcy in a fucked up world.

    My cup was empty or so I thought. Something told me to fight, not for him but for myself. I called my dr within days of throwing him out and sat there crying because I knew I knew I needed medication for depression.

    I asked the secretary for a referral for a therapist and she gave me the number of her own therapist ( she was a chump).

    As I sat there with my therapist I cried telling him I wanted to stop loving this man who discarded me like trash.

    What I found is that resiliency was a process. It required baby steps. My therapist mentioned joining a blog, I thank God every day that I happened on Chump Lady in my search for answers. It was then I knew I wasn’t alone and found my tribe.

    • Tilbeth says

      July 7, 2017 at 1:35 pm

      This. 🙂

  89. Flowerlady says

    July 7, 2017 at 10:30 am

    It’s hard to think about those weeks after D-day. What a shit show. What a nightmare. My mantras at the time were:
    – the universe will give me what I need every day
    – “hell hath no fury . . .” – hang on to anger
    – don’t forget (I had been going through a very frightening health scare when D-day happened). Don’t forget what he was doing when I needed him most.
    – one foot in front of the other, one day at a time.

    • Flowerlady says

      July 7, 2017 at 10:39 am

      I also want to say that what gave me the most strength was finding Chumplady and Chumpnation – about 6 months after D-day. I had great friends and family and a wonderful therapist. I had some inner strength that I was hanging on to for dear life. But when I found this blog, everything changed. Everything started to move forward because I found answers here. I found explanations and inspiring stories that made sense and enabled me to find the energy to get out of my marriage and save myself. Thank you CL and CN for this!

      • Keepin' Calm says

        July 7, 2017 at 2:19 pm

        Flowerlady, I totally agree! I have found so much help and solace in CL and CN. It’s been a revelation to me.

        • NoMoreEvil says

          July 9, 2017 at 3:35 pm

          I agree. CL and CN have helped me through and help me get stronger and wiser everday. Even though I am pretty close to meh, I still read here everyday to maintain my mindset and to continue to build up my overall emotional strength. I realized this site helps even me beyond the topic of cheating. Thanks to CL and CN!

  90. Chumplawyer says

    July 7, 2017 at 10:32 am

    I kicked him out, filed for divorce and stopped putting myself last. My ex husband’s affair partner was my upstairs neighbor and family friend (also married with a kid). I took care of myself and my kids. I continued to be the sane parent. I made it to work everyday in a high stress, demanding job. I took my oldest child to therapy on a weekly basis. I started saying yes, both personally and professionally. In the course of my year (now years+) of yes, I made new friends, who will be lifetime “framily.” I’ve had significant career success, including winning a well respected award in my field. I’ve continued to be a rock star mom, even in the toughest moments and I’ve met an amazing man, reminding me good men still exist. Yeah, I feel pretty resilient and happy! I not only survived, I have thrived!

  91. FreeWoman says

    July 7, 2017 at 10:33 am

    Being resilient has always been important to me, but I sure didn’t want to have to use it to survive my life partner’s attacks! I never thought he’d go that low. But, I’d had a lot of practice, so, I had the tools in my belt for survival.
    I had a driving type job, and as I knew I had to pull the plug on our false ‘marriage’, I’d go to work, start driving, and then just cry and cry. No one could notice the tears pouring down! It worked out, and I got my job done, and went home prepared to face the agony of betrayal. This went on for way too long, but it felt necessary to me, I had to cry it out. Glad that has ended! I think it f’d up my ability to cry, though, at this point.
    On to the gain a life! I feel blessed now, I have the simple life I’ve always craved, and NO CHAOS HERE.

  92. CL says

    July 7, 2017 at 10:34 am

    Pre-grated cheese!

    My STBX used to whine about spending the extra money when we could grate the cheese ourselves.

    After 6 months of being a zombie (and pregnant!) I sooo enjoyed cooking with that first bag of pre-grated cheese. #lifestooshort!

    • Keepin' Calm says

      July 7, 2017 at 2:21 pm

      Ha! I can relate!

      My husband hated peas. HATED them. He wouldn’t eat stuff I made if it had peas in it. So the other day at the store, I bought a bag and cooked them for a few meals and smiled the whole time.

    • Amiisfree says

      July 7, 2017 at 2:46 pm

      Little things really do mean a lot. I liked that nobody took a dump in my house with the door open anymore. 🙂

      • Keepin' Calm says

        July 7, 2017 at 4:47 pm

        My ex would talk on the phone while he was peeing. I always hated it.

        • Amiisfree says

          July 7, 2017 at 8:20 pm

          Ew!

    • Peacekeeper says

      July 8, 2017 at 11:36 am

      CL,
      If I could I would buy you a whole case of pre-grated cheese.
      You made me smile!
      Thank you!
      Xxxxx

  93. Chumpalicious says

    July 7, 2017 at 11:00 am

    My son’s. What makes me resilient are my boys. Period. End of story. Someone has to be the sane parent. The parent who recognizes that it was my choice, and his choice to bring them into this world. The 3 of us are awesome, and we are and will be just fine.

  94. Dixie Chump says

    July 7, 2017 at 11:04 am

    Anger and pragmatic action got me through the first wave of hurt. Love briefly gave me hope for the future. Resignation and a glimmer of hope are working for the second wave of hurt. Some days I fear the loss of that glimmer, but I push on anyway. No alternative. Today is obviously not a sunny one for me … maybe tomorrow. ?

  95. Magneto says

    July 7, 2017 at 11:08 am

    My comment is being resilient even when you feel like your efforts mean NOTHING.

    My 23 year old daughter, Optometry student, soon to graduate, scoffed and was embarrassed of me when I went to Washington to protest. She wouldn’t even take the pink pussyhat I bought back for her!

    Last month she was sent on a trip to Washington, with two other residents, to speak with our State Senator about not cutting Optical coverage from the Veterans Administration = {450,000 vets affected 🙁 }. They also spoke passionately about how vision care is really a PRIMARY health care, not a rider on a h.c. policy.

    Imagine MY shock when she sent a photo of herself and two friends, who looked more like Charlie’s Angels than doctors, holding up protest signs in front of the same Capital she ridiculed ME for holding up signs in front of only six months earlier! 🙂 🙂 😀 !!!

    The look you get when you realize, in horror, your more like your mom than you thought!

    Better yet, after attending a medical vision mission to Africa in March she was chosen to be interviewed for the national Optometry publication about her experience! Her comments about the people there and their needs, sheer empathy, — would make any mom proud.

    Took decades, but it pays off in big ways, people…. I am mighty because I stuck to my beliefs…even when being nasty would have been easier.

  96. Champ says

    July 7, 2017 at 11:11 am

    What keeps me resilient? Knowing I outgrew him.

  97. Doingme says

    July 7, 2017 at 11:13 am

    Magneto

    It all comes back to the strength and modeling. Wonderful job!

  98. #whosethechumpnow? says

    July 7, 2017 at 11:15 am

    What got me off the floor after finding out that my husband of 20 years was having an affair was accepting the fact that the relationship was not fixable. I knew that it would never be the same again. I would NEVER get over the betrayal, so going back would mean that I would be the one living my life with anxiety, pain and mistrust while he just flitted about life without a care in the world. No matter how devastated I was and how much I loved him, I refused to live like that. I chose me……

    • Keepin' Calm says

      July 7, 2017 at 2:22 pm

      GOOD FOR YOU.

      I also knew that there would be no reconciliation. Cheating was my red line. He crossed it and I am 100% done.

  99. chumpinrecovery says

    July 7, 2017 at 11:59 am

    Some other things that have helped me to be resilient:

    1. The fact that my entire life and sense of self-worth did not revolve around STBX alone. I also have my kids and my career that define me. Since DDay I have also added some new activities and friends and I hope to add more.

    2. I just recently (way too late in the game) have mostly separated my finances from STBX. I now have control over how I spend my money and I am determined to live within my means while still being able to enjoy life with my kids.

    • Attie says

      July 9, 2017 at 11:22 am

      Ah yes, living within our means. I never had a problem with it but the Twat had to have every sparkly, shiny thing ever. I swear he was a magpie in a previous life. I made slightly more than him (a couple 100 dollars a month), but he spent us out of house and home. I took on all the debt (about 400,000) just to be rid of him AND bought him out of the house. He is back in the States now on a damn good pension (about what I make in salary) and lives with latest schmoopie and he is screwing his finances faster than I can take a deep breath after laughing (and schmoopie is working). It is so nice to have money in the bank and never having to worry about running back up to the credit union for yet another loan.

  100. ItIsWhatItIs says

    July 7, 2017 at 12:06 pm

    I only recently found out I was a chump but my DDay was 7 months ago when I was 7 months pregnant. Until my daughter was born, I tried everything to save my marriage and my STBX. He manipulated me to think he was stressed about being a dad and that my pregnancy hormones were making him miserable. He finally moved out when she was two weeks old (which just happened to be Valentines day mind you) and then filed for divorce a few weeks later. I never got to crawl into bed and cry. I never got to have my depressed moments. I was a first time mom. I didn’t have time for this shit! (Now I do have a GREAT Support system as my family lives close so I by no means have been completely alone.) Breastfeed, burp, change diapers, rock to sleep, feed myself. My resilience is every milestone I have with my daughter. The first time we were successful at latching. The first night I was alone with her. The first middle of the night throw up clean up. The first outing with her. The first night she slept 10 hours. My first day back at work. Her first day at daycare. The first time I had tears in my eyes after getting a nasty text from him (because of course he blames me for everything), she looked at me and touched my face as if she was saying “its ok mommy. we will get through this” She is my reason.

    • MJB says

      July 7, 2017 at 12:32 pm

      You get to spend your life with your beautiful daughter. He will never know the intimacy of parenthood. How dare he do this at what should be one of the most magical times in your life. YOU are awesome! I’m so glad your heart is filling with love faster than an entitled, selfish ass can drain it.

    • chumpinrecovery says

      July 7, 2017 at 2:35 pm

      You are awesome! Sometimes that is what you need. Someone who needs you. Something to remind you that there are more important things out there than your asshole STBX. He threw away true gold for sparkly shit.

      And the “your hormones were getting to me” thing really hit a nerve with me. What a convenient excuse. STBX and I had an argument when I was 8 mo pregnant with our daughter. It was one of the first times he had truly been cruel to me (kicked me out of the car in 90F weather while 8 mo pregnant to walk the last few blocks to the grocery store). I assumed it must be my hormone induced grumpiness that was getting to him even though I had not noticed being particularly grumpy while pregnant. No, it has nothing to do with pregnancy hormones and everything to do with the fact that they suck.

      Enjoy your daughter. She is so lucky to have you and you will be an awesome Mom and someone she can always be proud of.

    • Peacekeeper says

      July 8, 2017 at 12:19 am

      ItIsWhatItIs,
      Your post is beautiful.
      He will never hear your little girl’s giggle, or share the way your eyes lock with her beautiful eyes.
      She is the mirror to your soul.
      He has no soul.
      His loss.
      Xxxx to you and your precious daughter!?

  101. rickb89 says

    July 7, 2017 at 12:21 pm

    I remember how I felt when I found out that my wife and my cousin we’re having an affair.

    I remember that every single breathe I took was filled with pain and would I feel this way for the rest of my life?

    It was one thought that I had right off the bat, that set me on the right path to handle that situation, and resulted in my life being the best it has ever been.

    Despite what she did, I realized it was every decision I had ever made in my life that ultimately put me in the place to be run over by their affair.

    I decided then and there to take responsibility for everything that happens in my life, and to take whatever time was required to understand what was behind my decision making, and why I was such an enabler with my ex.

    Whenever anything challenging comes up in my life I remind myself that I chose this, I acknowledge and accept the feeling, and I listen to my inner voice which never leads me wrong. I learned that my inner voice is always 100% correct.

  102. cashmere says

    July 7, 2017 at 12:29 pm

    This is not my first ride on the abusive, fucked up family carousel.

    I think what has always kept me going is having an active intellect and inner life. I read, ponder, enjoy nature, and have a million interests and passions. Plus, I have always found great joy and solace in the small moments that are never really small: babies splashing in the tub, glorious skies, evocative aromas, spontaneous hilarity with kids. So many things count that it is impossible to enumerate them.

    Whatever that inner spirit or way of viewing the world or whatever we might name it is, and wherever it comes from, it can apparently be wounded but not killed. Last night, even while aching afresh over more realizations and insights about the depth and breadth of cheater boy’s deceits, I sat quietly alone in the deepening dusk and watched lightning bugs flash. Breathtaking.

    There is always something that is breathtakingly beautiful. Always.

    • oneonefourone says

      July 7, 2017 at 1:22 pm

      Love that. I’ve been listening to the birds in my garden and watching the bees climb into little purple flowers spreading across a flower bed. We bought our first house just a year ago and I spent last autumn and this spring choosing every plant in it. I won’t be staying to see it come to maturity, and at first it broke my heart to think that the crocuses will come up next year in my absence, but now it makes me smile. They go on, beautiful. And I’ll build a garden for myself in future.

      • nomar says

        July 7, 2017 at 5:31 pm

        “I’ll build a garden for myself in future.”

        But of course, 1141, YOU are the purple flowers spreading across a flower bed, YOU are the garden.

    • Lyn says

      July 7, 2017 at 2:51 pm

      Cashmere, I so relate to those beautiful, ordinary moments that feed your soul. They’re so simple! But they have kept me going since I was a very small child.

  103. Ali Rose says

    July 7, 2017 at 12:30 pm

    Instead of a mantra or a phrase, I held a vision of a possible future. I repeatedly pictured myself sipping coffee at a kitchen table looking out a sunny window at a flower garden while feeling completely safe. The peace of that vision kept me moving toward it while the X spiraled out of control, I hid from him in shelter, and he eventually took his own life. I now have that beautiful setting and peaceful feeling in abundance.

    You gotta have a vision.

    • AuntieMame says

      July 7, 2017 at 12:37 pm

      This is so true. I think visions of yourself happy and what you really want in your head are much more effective than words. It’s something I’ve always done and it always keeps me moving toward that vision.

    • Peacekeeper says

      July 8, 2017 at 7:28 am

      Ali Rose,
      “Completely safe”
      Yes,
      “this”
      Xxxx

  104. Stronger says

    July 7, 2017 at 12:33 pm

    I had a feeling…. so I got a post nuptial together. I did it myself from a template I found online. I found out about the affair 2 days before we were due to sign it. As the game had changed, I asked him to give me 100% of my business, instead of the small split I had originally offered him, and he agreed! He signed it 2 days later, and now he’s regretting it and fighting me in court over what’s actually my money anyway!

    I also, by coincidence, had hired the attorney he was highly recommended by a mutual friend. He’s pissed about that too.

    Now, it’s been 4 months since D-day, I’m doing much better. I’ve continued to raise 4 small kids when he’s rarely here, delivered 2 300 page documents to the attorney, one to defend the post nuptial which he is disputing, and one to get as much child custody as possible.

    We had him and his girlfriend give depositions before his drug test results came back, and they both admitted that he drove with my kids after taking cocaine. It was great as his drug test came back clean!

    I still have a long journey ahead, but I feel I’ve laid a good foundation to get through the divorce. Now I can rest a little and wait for the court dates to come (they are taking forever).

    Can’t. Wait. To. Be. Divorced. !!!!!!

  105. Lifeisgood says

    July 7, 2017 at 12:33 pm

    For months leading up to the divorce, I was beset with worry over how I was ever going to survive. Financially and logistically. My ex was in deep debt and makes a pittance so I did not have the option of child support. At the time, I worked in critical care and was on call once every few weeks where I’d be called in at odd hours for life/death emergencies. All while having 3 little kids.

    How would I ever survive solo???

    Then a typhoon hit SE Asia and on the front page of my paper was a man holding a crying, naked baby. A look of desperation sat on his face. There were water shortages and he had a hungry, dehydrated infant. (His house was blown away.)

    And I thought, ‘now that guy has real issues and he’ll probably pull thru. Stop your wining and get it together. You have so many advantages!’

    I rented a place, bought cheap IKEA furniture and put it together by myself. Told my boss my childcare issues and had my schedule adjusted. Problems solved.

    It’s made me a better mom, employee (failure is not an option!) and boss. Having struggled myself, I totally get it when employees have logistical childcare issues; especially when they are the only adult in the house.

    Stay strong chump nation!

  106. AuntieMame says

    July 7, 2017 at 12:35 pm

    Like I told him the night I kicked him out, “You think this will break me? You thought I’d beg you to stay? I’ve been training my whole life for this. You are not the first person to treat me like a piece of shit, but I’m sure as hell going to try to make you my last.”

    I was raised by toxic parents. I fought against succumbing to mental illness and addiction like all of my family. I estranged myself from my own mother to keep my sanity. I created a successful career for myself without a college education. I built up everything that I had and no lying cowardly cheater was going to take that away from me or make me feel like I deserved his treatment of me.

    Twenty years ago, this would’ve broke me. But I’ve been broken so many times and put myself back together so many times, that this was a cakewalk.

    The hardest thing I’ve had to fight against is regret that I didn’t end the relationship sooner. I’ll keep fighting it and won’t let that eat at me either.

  107. Cancer Chump says

    July 7, 2017 at 12:35 pm

    I found out I was a chump in the middle of cancer treatment. One day after a chemo infusion, I looked at the photos on my STBX’s iPad and found suggestive selfies of a woman. Everything unfolded from there.

    I went through 16 rounds of chemo, 2 surgeries, 33 rounds of radiation and all the while I worked at a full-time job, took care of a 7 year old and ran a household. My STBX went to live with his mom, where he did not have to cook, clean or even look after his kid except for EOW.

    I don’t feel resilient, but when I look back on the past 9 months I realize I had every reason to check out, to not be a responsible person, to feel sorry for myself. I didn’t do that because I am a FIGHTER. I want to show my daughter how to not give up in the face of adversity. I want to show her that problems are something you work through, not run away from. I want her to be able to take care of herself and stand up for herself. I do this for her.

    I fought cancer. My STBX is nothing compared to that.

    • AuntieMame says

      July 7, 2017 at 12:38 pm

      You are truly Mighty!

    • oneonefourone says

      July 7, 2017 at 1:17 pm

      Wow… you are an amazing, strong woman and your daughter couldn’t have a better example of a mighty woman’s example.

    • chumpinrecovery says

      July 7, 2017 at 2:43 pm

      Your STBX is nothing at all.

    • Givemestrength says

      July 8, 2017 at 12:08 am

      Wow you are an amazingly strong woman!!!! What a horrible person to do this while you were fighting cancer! You are a true fighter and inspiration!!!!

    • Idle hands says

      July 8, 2017 at 10:46 am

      You rock!

  108. Shannon says

    July 7, 2017 at 12:49 pm

    I told myself that I KNOW my WORTH! Even if he didn’t, I know. I told myself that I am WORTHY of so much more than he could ever possibly give me. I told myself that for my grown daughter’s sake, as well. To be a role model for what women should and should not accept in relationships. He tried to cheapen me with his secrets and his prostitutes and SA club meetings but I wouldn’t stand for it. It has taken me years to get over being a chump. But I got over it and I am so much happier! There is hope my friends.

  109. oneonefourone says

    July 7, 2017 at 1:12 pm

    4 weeks today from Dday, so still not sure about my resilience. And yet…

    I’ve kept up my running and got a personal best on my 5k last weekend – 26.06! I’m the fittest I’ve been in my life.

    I’ve reached out and made sure I asked for help from others, which is not easy as an introvert.

    I booked a holiday coming up in two weeks – a 4 day long weekend to travel solo and prove to myself I can do what I want on my own. And I did it through a service that is planning the destination, booking my flights and accommodation. I’ll find out where I’m going at the airport. I’ll go where I’m meant to be.

    I only took 1 sick day from work (the following Monday, though there have been a few work from home days too) and although I don’t feel I’m doing my best work, I’m still killing it.

    I moved countries for this relationship nearly five years ago and all my family are across an ocean. But I’m still standing.

    Highlight of my week is a weekly yoga class I go to that I’ve kept up. A mantra of one of my favourite at-home yoga practices (check Yoga with Adrienne on Youtube – she’s fabulous) that I keep in mind these days: “The universe is for me and so is everything else.”

    This time next year I expect my life will look completely different and I’ll be so proud of the resilience that carries me there.

    • oneonefourone says

      July 7, 2017 at 1:47 pm

      Oh and music makes me resilient! I’ve made it through days at my desk with earbuds in just listening to music help calm my mind. Love these lines in a Damian Rice Song:

      I feel free and I see
      What you are without me.
      I’m alive again.

      • Attie says

        July 9, 2017 at 11:33 am

        I started solo travelling (in organized groups) too and I have LOVED it. In fact, when I was in Cuba a group of us were having a drink before dinner when one of the guys said “look at the couple over there. They haven’t said a word to each other all evening and here we are, a group of strangers who haven’t shut up for the last hour”. That’s when I realized I like that kind of travelling better than being with my ex who thought he was a wine connoisseur (read “drunk”) who knew more about everything and anything than anyone else did. I love it.

  110. LovedaJackass says

    July 7, 2017 at 1:14 pm

    The video is inspiring.
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z0rxydSolwU

    “Hope when you take that jump
    You don’t feel the fall
    Hope when the water rises
    You built a wall
    Hope when the crowd screams out
    It’s screaming your name
    Hope if everybody runs
    You choose to stay
    Hope that you fall in love
    And it hurts so bad
    The only way you can know
    You give it all you have
    And I hope that you don’t suffer
    But take the pain…
    Hope when the moment comes
    You’ll say
    I…I did it all
    I…I did it all
    I owned every second that this world could give
    I saw so many places
    The things that I did
    Yeah, with every broken bone
    I swear I lived.”
    –One Republic, “I Lived”

    • Kathleen says

      July 7, 2017 at 1:49 pm

      LovedAJackass…

      Beautiful… I’m going to write it down & keep it with me when I think of them together.

      Bless you …

      • LovedaJackass says

        July 7, 2017 at 3:48 pm

        There are more lyrics. It’s one of my favorite survival songs. We need to live our own lives every day. No one, especially a cheater, can take that away from us.

  111. Onwards says

    July 7, 2017 at 1:22 pm

    In the first tough days telling myself “it’s going to be okay”, needing to be calm and coping so as not to worry the teens, being mindful of small steps, self care, journaling, counting my blessings, going for walks, finding good songs, reaching out despite being isolated (telling my wonderful sister wha half a world away kept in regular rouch) going a counsellor, and researching online finding CL

    Now just past half a year, I have appreciated the kind wise advice on the forum, understanding from most family and friends who I have shared an outline of details with. My aim is for the best revenge of living well, taking each day at a time, doing what needs to be done to survive, earn, and make positive progress. I am determine to survive and thrive in this new reality.

  112. Newlady15 says

    July 7, 2017 at 1:29 pm

    I think my resilience was that I knew I needed extreme self care and that is what I did–counselling, chump lady, lady with a truck, support groups, my doctor my minister, divorce care friends and my family all contributed. I got up every day and did most of what I had to do and I also instinctively knew liquor would not be good so abstained for almost a year. He just about destroyed our family financially since he stole half of our life savings before he left and didn’t work full time for 4 years and not at all for the last year. I had to be tough to pay for everything including two secondary homes. He took all of the good stuff and left me the crap to get rid of. I also had the added shit sandwich of watching him use our line of credit to lovebomb schmoopie until he moved in with her. What fun! I think my anger got me through really. In the end I rebuilt my business and got a good enough settlement to buy him out of our house which I have since sold. I bought my house and now I will be working with contractors to update it. I’m free and almost at meh and the divorce is not final until September. 36 years with that POS, it’s time for me to live my own life and he can’t take that from me. I’m smart and soooo resilient.. as we all are her at CN ((((hugs))))

  113. FreeNow says

    July 7, 2017 at 2:07 pm

    I realize that after:

    -my Narcpath Mom was laid to rest and cutting most unhealthy ties to most FOO siblings
    -kicking my Narcpath husband of 35 years out to live with 20 year younger massage parlor whore he, at 54, has impregnated and his Narcpath parents and sister
    -finished my 7th cancer surgery and chemotherapy

    I am mighty. I am truly free for the first time in my adult life. I am a survivor and no longer a victim. I rise and the future looks clean and bright.

    Huge recent milestones for me:

    -tumor pathology results this week pre-cancerous!!!! I have cancer on the run ?‍♂️. I will beat this.

    -Changed my middle name to Mighty to always remind myself of how strong and resilient and courageous I am.

    -My only child (adult son) told me how proud of me he is and how much he loves me.

    -My 3 grandchildren fight to sit on my lap and spend time with me. I make room for all of them.

    -My social calendar is filled with awesome supportive friends who love and respect me. Our relationships are authentic, reciprocal and soul satisfying. After going through hell, I appreciate heaven.

    -The scars I wear inside and out remind me of my strength and are now part of my story.

    I am a survivor. In my darkest moments, I told myself giving up wasn’t an option and dug deep to find my will and resolve to live.

    I’m so glad I did; life is awesome cheater and Narcpath free!!!!

    • Nomocake4u says

      July 8, 2017 at 1:53 am

      ‘In my darkest moments, I told myself giving up wasn’t an option and dug deep to find my will and resolve to live.”
      Free Now, I will remember your strength and these words the next time I’m in that
      dark and lonely place. No giving up! He doesn’t get to do that to me.

  114. UnsinkableMollyXinAlabama says

    July 7, 2017 at 2:25 pm

    These things reminded me to keep moving forward in my darkest days:

    I reminded myself that no matter how shitty our situation was/is, now matter how bad I felt, I’ll be damned if him leaving without a glance back, not a dime in child support for five-six months was gonna break me or turn me into a shriveled-up sobbing mess like I was when he first met me, just after EXH1 divorced me for his OW…

    My Autistic DD, my two older son’s

    This quote: “Get busy living or get busy dying…”

    A few songs ran through my mind especially “The World Ain’t Gonna Stop (for My Broken Heart)” by Reba

    Prayer, my faith, and prior experience with EXH1, I learned A LOT about what not to do when divorcing a cheater.

    I knew, no matter what he tried, I would not react. As much as it drove me nuts, I waited him out. Once he realized I wasn’t going to play the “big evil menacing bitch” antagonist accordingly to his narrative, he had no choice to file and pay for it himself giving in to all of my demands.

    It was he’ll, but intuitively and instinctively knew I would be OK without him.

    Luckily, I found the mighty Chump Nation led by our Mighty Chump Lady within days of DDay, so a lot of the credit goes to you guys, especially our “veterans”/”fellow-leaders”. You guys rock!!!

  115. Goodbyeglittergirl says

    July 7, 2017 at 2:41 pm

    I went from a stay-at-home-mom for 10+ years (with no urgency toward getting a job b/c my husband made great money and I took care of everything to do with kids and home) to a full-time grad student getting my teaching certificate and masters in education within 20 days of D-Day. As devastated as I was, some part of me knew I needed an immediate plan of action and so I did everything I needed to do to get admitted to my program and start pursuing a career that would still leave me available for my kids.

    When I look back, I am not sure how I did it. I am now 12+ months into my program, have a 4.0, and student teach this fall. I just got a $5000 scholarship that will pay for the remainder of my Master’s program. I will be eligible for employment Jan 1, 2018. Other than the grace of God, I am not sure how I have gotten through – because many nights when I am writing papers at midnight while my kids sleep, I am so tired and so sad that I can’t imagine I’m making any sense. But I keep trying to put one foot in front of the other.

    • Onwards says

      July 7, 2017 at 3:49 pm

      Mighty ness studying and parenting. It will be worth it. Well done!

    • Keepin' Calm says

      July 8, 2017 at 12:48 pm

      Wow. Good for you! That is awesome! And congrats on the scholarship!

  116. Lyn says

    July 7, 2017 at 2:45 pm

    One day I felt like I was drowning from the pain and like I just wanted to end it all. It literally felt like I going under water and I was struggling to breathe. Then I felt a presence literally pull me up out of the “water” and I started gasping for air. For me that presence was God, but others might describe it as Love, or an innate life force. Anyway, I guess that’s when I decided to keep living. It’s hard to put the experience into words, but that’s how it felt.

    I’m an artist, so very visual. When things felt completely overwhelming, an image kept coming to mind of being in a boat being tossed by a horrible storm. Every once in awhile I could glimpse a bright star shining as the clouds momentarily parted. I kept focusing on that star. It gave me comfort to know it was still there, shining behind the clouds. I knew it would guide me once the storm was over. Picturing that image gave me strength to hang on.

    • Peacekeeper says

      July 8, 2017 at 12:27 am

      Lyn,
      You are an artist.
      Your post creates a beautiful picture in my mind.
      Coming to CN to read of other Chumps strengths gives me reason to try harder to stay strong.
      Xxxx
      Thank you Lyn!

  117. LettingGo says

    July 7, 2017 at 3:30 pm

    It is seven months from DDay for me and I think a few things that I have committed to have been my saving grace:
    1. No contact – at times this has been excruciating, but it works. Delete is such a powerful action. In the beginning I wasn’t perfect, but I am getting it now.
    2. Not knowing the details – I was clear with the OW husband’s who outed the three year affair – I don’t want to know the details. I am clear with my family and friends – I don’t want to know the details. I am clear with aquatintances at the gym, at the grocery story, when I am walking my dog, etc. – I do not want to know the details.
    3. I will not pay for the separation or divorce! This is on him! If he wants to get a morgage – pay for the divorce. If he wants my signature on pension paperwork – pay for the divorce. You get it.
    *When he asked, “Is it standard for me to pay for the divorce?” I replied, “Is it standard for you to lie, cheat and distroy your marriage of 18 years. My firmness has paid off! Yesterday, I received notification from my lawyer that EX has agreed to pay for my legal costs for the separation and divorce. I am going to use the money to finish of my Masters of Education.

    My children (17, 22, 23) are so proud of me for leaving their dad. They know that this has been hard for me, but living with his unrealisticly high expectations for everyone but himself has been hard on us all. His gig is up; he is not the city firefighter hero, caring husband and perfect dad that he worked so hard to make everyone believe – he just plain sucks.

    I am not a meh, but I feel free and, most days, grateful for the chance to re-write my story.

    • Onwards says

      July 7, 2017 at 3:46 pm

      Well done LettingGo. education is a wonderful use of the funds. At at a Similar stage in journey and similar age kids. All the best for your studies.

  118. StarStuffGoddess says

    July 7, 2017 at 4:01 pm

    What Makes Me Resilient?

    I am still alive. There was a time there after D-Day#2 when I wasn’t so sure if I wanted to stick around to see how the story turned out. And my body decided maybe it was time to check out too. But changed its mind, fortunately, around the time I changed mine. We’re both good now.
    These days I force myself to take care of myself, no matter what.

    I keep walking forward in spite of fear and the deepest, most unrelenting grief, (not for him, but for all I lost and will never ever have the chance to have in my life again).
    I keep pushing myself towards the cliff I’ll have to jump off sooner rather than later.
    (Figuratively speaking, only!) I get closer and closer and it scares the Bejeebus out of me, but I keep putting one foot in front of the other so I can finally be done with his mess.

    Although I can procrastinate on doing it, because he “still doesn’t want a divorce”(!), I keep dealing with the hard stuff. Health issues, money issues, leaving most of my pets behind, lawyer troubles, caring for an aging parent.

    But best of all, I am doing things with my life that GUBU (long story) said I never could!!!
    Bonus that it pisses him off to know that it’s happening! (Not through me, but he hears it indirectly. I get “Oh, aren’t YOU the BIG STAR NOW????!?!?!?” type text messages. Class A Asshat.)

    I have reinvented myself to the degree that if he saw me today, he’d hardly recognize me. I look better, sound better, feel better, and I hold my head up. Heck, I bet I even SMELL better!

    I was a shadow of my former self by the time he’d finished with me. I honestly don’t know where I’d gotten to.

    I call myself “StarStuffGoddess” now because I wanted a name that was empowering, not focused on the pain I went through. and antithetical to how he began to portray me over the years.
    Since D-Day, I have slowly grown my natural blonde, wavy hair down to the middle of back, (he always “liked it short”–not that he ever paid attention to me so’s you’d notice), and my new sweetheart loves it.
    It looks like goddess hair when it’s shining in the sun!
    When I was with GUBU, I was losing my hair. It was stress. I didn’t know. But my body did. I had other stress-related conditions. I’m still under a lot of stress, but I still feel SO much better.
    These days, I am no longer defined by my role with my ex. I am traveling around the world, I am making music, my avocation is now a vocation. I am actually getting paid to do what I love to do. Yeah. That feels GOOD!

    After years of hearing how I was wasting my time on a career I gave up when I decided to “settle down and be a responsible wife/partner”, I more successful now than I was in my 20s.
    I have extended myself and taken risks and gotten myself out there, in spite of being terrified of failure. And amazingly, I DIDN’T FAIL. I play with some Big Dogs, always aware that I’m not worthy and fearing letting people down, but I keep working hard and it’s paying off.
    There’s always that little voice in there–HIS voice–saying “You can’t do this. You don’t have the talent, you’re too old/strange/clueless….etc. etc…” But I don’t listen.
    The other voices I hear tell me otherwise. So does my engagement calendar!

    This might sound kind of like I’m tooting my own horn, but I rarely get a chance to do that, and no one does it for me. I am proud of what I have accomplished, and he can go suck an egg.

    • MJB says

      July 8, 2017 at 5:48 am

      SSG, I love the name! It’s amazing to me as I look back at the amount of internal stress I had. Always worried he was unhappy or was going to start bitching about something. I lived almost 20 years of my life walking on egg shells. I realized it was unreasonable, but I thought it’s what you did when you were married. He NEVER bent himself into a pretzel for me, ever. When I found out about his pursuit of schmoopie #2, I had a mixed gut reaction of panic and glee. I remember thinking “she’s a lucky, lucky girl” 🙂

      Congratulations on your new authentic cheater free life. And best of luck in cutting those final cords in getting rid of that crap forever. You’ve got this!!

      • StarStuffGoddess says

        July 13, 2017 at 2:12 pm

        Thank you!

  119. CalamityJane says

    July 7, 2017 at 5:34 pm

    God pulled me out of hell by my collar, sat me down, directed me to CL and steeled my backbone. I am resilient because of God.

    Working on my swearing and maiming fantasies, but allow myself a cocktail or two in the evening.

    • Peacekeeper says

      July 8, 2017 at 6:30 am

      Dear Calamity Jane,
      There is a time and a place for some proper swearing.
      I believe even God understands that.
      My close friends always laugh when I drop the “F” bomb.
      It provides so much relief for me. I doubt I will ever stop!
      Raise your glass to YOU!
      YOU are mighty!

    • Keepin' Calm says

      July 8, 2017 at 12:51 pm

      I love this. God has gotten me through this. There were times I hurt so bad and I was just rocking back and forth and praying, “God, please take this pain away. Please make it so I feel NOTHING for him anymore. Please, please, please.” I don’t know what I would have done without my faith.

      • Chump Mama says

        July 8, 2017 at 12:55 pm

        I totally agree!! It has been a huge source of comfort and encouragement for me to know that God has my back in all this. I really feel like He is leading me on this journey and directing my steps towards a better life. And it really comforts me to know that all of Cockroaches’s actions may have been hidden from me and the rest of the world, but God saw and sees everything. 🙂

        • Keepin' Calm says

          July 9, 2017 at 12:15 pm

          YES! He sees it all. He knows what is truly in our exes hearts and He does not want us to be with those jerks anymore. He’s saved us from them, IMO!

  120. Spackley McSpackleton says

    July 7, 2017 at 5:54 pm

    Fuck if I know. He completely broke me last year. I just decided no more. No. Fucking. More.

    • Idle hands says

      July 8, 2017 at 10:27 am

      That works!

      • JustBreathe says

        July 9, 2017 at 3:34 pm

        Works for me too!

  121. kris says

    July 7, 2017 at 6:11 pm

    Being married for 24 years to stbx that had what he calls emotional affairs just became numb to me , then it was almost as if a light bulb turned on in my head that I really got tired of his bull and excuses and I got tired of being his enabler , he even filled for divorce at one point because his father told him if he did he would take care of him, well that went over like a lead balloon and he moved out but found the grass is not greener on the other side after all, Well at the end of this year we will be divorced and I have found he has not changed his talk is cheap and his actions speak louder than words, The looser even a month ago told me he was given a phone number by a woman and he called and text her on what is called a side line phone but when it came to go out to dinner with her he claims he could not do that.. hello that is still cheating looser rally ! So I got angry and just said no more I am done with this . Every single time I took the looser back he would have another affair because he knew he would get away with it, the only reason why he does not have sex with any of them is because he is not comfortable with himself at all. So I had a choice either sit and be in misery while he does what ever he wants or get up and set a good example to our kids ( age 17 and age 20) I made manager at work and I take care of what needs to be done with home and kids and career, There would be a cold day in hell before I would allow stbx to take more from me than he already has. Now I find myself singing to song in my car and what do ya know there are no egg shells to walk on at home . Karma will knock on his door as I always say there is a special place for people like stbx that not only hurt me but also our kids and hell is too good for him. I will stand tall and strong . 🙂

  122. David2016 says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:43 pm

    Lots of things, I suppose. Mostly the pain of staying became greater than the pain of leaving. I suspected her cake-eating would go on forever as I rapidly withered and became a stranger to myself. And I was very scared she might drop the cake (me) and be the one to file. It was very important that I be the one to always and forever be the Petitioner–the dumper, not the dumped. I took logical stock of myself, even as my emotions demanded I stick around for more abuse: I had survived great loss in life, including the death of my parents (my mother had just died and XW went merrily along with her double-life), and I survived it. So all empirical signs pointed to me surviving this.

    I had just had enough pain. I didn’t care what would happen; I just knew any future pain would not be as bad as the pain I was in. Basic survival imperative had finally kicked in. I drove to my attorney (for the third time; the first two I couldn’t go through with it) reciting aloud in the car, “She doesn’t love you, she doesn’t love you…”

    I hated what I had become: a sobbing pathetic wreck in front of my young children, a hollowed husk at work… It just wasn’t me. I needed to live again before it was too late.

    Three years after divorce and five years after separation, I look back at it all and at myself with horror and pride.

    • Keepin' Calm says

      July 8, 2017 at 12:57 pm

      You should be proud. But don’t be horrified at your behavior. We all did weird, crazy stuff when we found out. Heck, I punched my ex and tried to kick him in the balls (I missed). I never would have done that before. But I was so FURIOUS that I just sort of snapped. There were a couple days at work that I was sobbing at my desk and my boss stopped by. I was sort of mortified, but he was so great about it that it was all completely fine.

      You survived. You did it. You refused to go through any more pain. GOOD FOR YOU. We all deserve a damn medal for putting up with this crap!

  123. cantwaitfortuesday says

    July 7, 2017 at 7:44 pm

    I have been resilient. I gave EW everything I could during our marriage. I fly a medical helicopter and work week on week off. I went through dday, never missed a day of work. I take my two kids to all of their doctor, dentist, school appointments, coach their teams and engage with them as much as possible. My x calls me every week frustrated with our daughter because she says she hates her , and she’s the worst mom. She asks for advice, I bite my tongue. Because my daughter says to me that I’m the best dad, and she loves me more than anything. Daughter is 5, I feel so bad for her. I think she can sense that her mom is who she is. I have a job opportunity that will be 300 miles away from my kids, that I am considering. I don’t want to commute, but need distance from Xhole and her new boyfriend. Such a shit sandwich we eat. Trying to stay strong and Do things for my self and sanity. Thanks CN.
    So nice to have others understand.

  124. Butterfly94 says

    July 7, 2017 at 8:05 pm

    I was literally on the floor. Balled up in a corner. My two little dogs crawling all over me as we hid from his angered outburst and I remember saying to myself as I tried to comfort my dogs, ” I don’t like who I am and what I have become.”

    I felt so helpless, weak and scared.

    I knew I had to take control over my life.

    I got a full time job after being unemployed for 7 years.

    I then used that time and experience to open my own business.

    Next month will be my first year as self employed.

    And I thank God each night for blessing me with family, friends and complete strangers for their support in all that I have achieved.

    And I thank God every night for getting me off that floor!

    • Keepin' Calm says

      July 8, 2017 at 12:59 pm

      CONGRATULATIONS! You did it! You are indeed mighty!

  125. mila says

    July 7, 2017 at 9:25 pm

    I am resilient, because I have to take care of myself. And quite honestly, crawling into a corner and curling up is never an option. And yes, that probably makes me mighty and strong, at least that’s what my friends say. Funny, it’s kind of hard to see myself as mighty and strong. Although, come to think of it. I probably am strong. Doesn’t mean that I do not allow myself to be sad and to cry, but I know deep down, I will get over it and come out better and stronger, never bitter. I do not give anybody the power over me, nobody will change me. I still believe that people are inherently good. Except of course for the asshat. And I will try to carpe the fuck out of every diem. It’s MY life.

  126. idle hands says

    July 7, 2017 at 10:13 pm

    What kept me going? Outrage. Pure, fucking, outrage.

  127. Budgie says

    July 8, 2017 at 3:15 am

    A year ago tomorrow (9th July), I picked myself up off the dining room floor where I had been retching after finally finding proof of his cheating (I’d suspected for about 6 weeks). 20 years of his manipulation, control and petty criticism fuelled the most intense rage I have ever known – I knew at that moment I wanted him GONE. It took me a couple of months to get all my ducks in a row before I went to the solicitors – I’ve now bought him out of MY house, I have the “good” car, all the furniture and my self-respect. On Monday, my one year separation period is finally up, and I will be filing for divorce. What made me resilient? My Grandma’s temper! ? My love for my pets that I didn’t want to have to upset by moving house, my lovely home I’ve worked so hard for and I’m proud of, the car that I paid for. My faith in a higher power, my Grandad’s voice telling me to “always walk with your head up”, the amazing support of my parents and friends. And knowing that this was my chance to finally rid myself of a pathetic, selfish, lazy sponger who didn’t deserve me! It’s been scary at times, but oh so worth it!

  128. lily rose says

    July 8, 2017 at 9:15 am

    I got the kids to preschool and daycare every day, never missed work, switched jobs from shift work to 8-5 so I could find childcare as a single mom, remodeled the kitchen, 3 bathrooms, and the leaky siding $$$ because he had destroyed the kitchen in his visionary demolition, then never followed through. I couldn’t even get a refi at the time because the house was not appraisable. Worked through an awful kindergarten year because oldest DS has ADHD like dad, got him diagnosed, got and continue to get help for him (play therapy, parent child interaction therapy, psychiatrist, school meetings). Interviewed new after-school sitters every 6-12 months because they get real jobs. Sold the house, bought a condo, moved on my own, filed for divorce, helped ex with his side of the paperwork to make it happen, achieved sole legal and physical custody, by the grace of God am doing well financially without alimony or child support. It is my privilege to provide for my children. Shout out to my late dad who said, “I want you girls to be able to provide for yourselves, because you never know what will happen in life.”

    • Keepin' Calm says

      July 8, 2017 at 1:01 pm

      Wow. You GO, girl. You are indeed mighty!!!

    • Tempest says

      July 9, 2017 at 9:08 am

      And the Mighty prize goes to….Lily Rose, who showed all of us how it’s done!! (lots of those Mighty prizes getting passed on today!)

  129. Jodi Lynch says

    July 8, 2017 at 9:43 am

    What makes me resilient?

    The thought of how he viewed me as just a bag of trash to be left at the curb ~ after 30 years of friendship and 18 of those being his wife.

    I was the one who held everything together during all of his drinking and his fuck ups, but I’m trash?

    Nope, not me.

    Fuck him.

  130. GetMeFree says

    July 8, 2017 at 12:40 pm

    This isn’t what I had planned, nor did I see my life EVER turning out this way, but I am going to make the best of whatever life I get to move forward with. I WILL live my life with joy. And I will find a way to make the best life for my kids.

    And the part deep down inside of me that drags me back to the light when I feel myself tunnelling down is faith. I trust that God will not let me fail. He has given me 3 kids to take care of and He will put things and people in my life when I need them. I just need to keep taking steps forward every day and recognize these gifts as they come.

    (Don’t think that I don’t still have bad days where I struggle with the above. I do, but they are getting fewer between and shorter in time before I recover).

    • LettingGo says

      July 8, 2017 at 12:52 pm

      Beautiful post.

    • Keepin' Calm says

      July 8, 2017 at 1:03 pm

      Love this. I truly believe that God will send the right man to me at the right time. And I really do think that, even though the pain has been horrific, He allowed this to happen to me to FINALLY get me away from my ex. If ex hadn’t cheated, I’d still be in the marriage. But God knew I deserve better. I’m stronger in so many ways now.

      • lily rose says

        July 9, 2017 at 3:29 am

        KC 100% – the cheating was my rescue, and I kicked and screamed over the loss of my family dream for 1-2 years before recognizing it. It was also an accelerated path to personal growth. Your words about right man at the right time are hopeful. I’m 5 years out from DDay, 4 years from separation, 1 year from divorce, and yes please.

        • Keepin' Calm says

          July 9, 2017 at 12:20 pm

          We will find men who know how to treat us right! I keep thinking of Keith Urban’s song, “The Fighter.” I want a man who will tell those things to me!

          I know he hurt you
          Made you scared of love, too scared to love
          He didn’t deserve you
          ‘Cause you’re precious heart is a precious heart
          He didn’t know what he had and I thank God, oh, oh, oh
          And it’s gonna take just a little time
          But you’re gonna see that I was born to love you

          https://play.google.com/music/preview/Tdffzhnxnfzlsmpk7rczwerb5cu?lyrics=1&utm_source=google&utm_medium=search&utm_campaign=lyrics&pcampaignid=kp-lyrics

      • NoMoreEvil says

        July 9, 2017 at 3:51 pm

        That’s what I pray for, too, KeepingCalm. May God Bless Us!!!?

    • Feelingit says

      July 8, 2017 at 9:15 pm

      So true and need to keep hearing this. It reminds me of the verse I carry on an index card in my purse that God’s plans are for good not evil. I may be walking through the valley now (maybe crawling sometimes) but I keep holding on and things will get better.

      I happen to have a conversation at the mailbox today with a neighbor and her boyfriend who are both divorced. I never really new her story but I new it wasn’t pretty. She seems to be at or close to meh. We all agreed that you can’t change or help another adult fix themselves and that was a lesson it took the three of a traumatic experience to learn.

  131. Lady b says

    July 8, 2017 at 7:01 pm

    Lily your awesome. I wanted to leave my ex when my kids where in preschool but wanted them to have a father and the fear of doing it alone kept me stuck until 6 years later the shit hits the fan with his affair. I threw him out but wonder what life would look like if I had left years ago.

  132. Lady b says

    July 8, 2017 at 7:02 pm

    Lily you are awesome.
    I wanted to leave my ex when my kids where in preschool but wanted them to have a father and the fear of doing it alone kept me stuck until 6 years later the shit hits the fan with his affair. I threw him out but wonder what life would look like if I had left years ago.

  133. Imthecrazyone says

    July 8, 2017 at 8:14 pm

    I got up and keep getting up thanks to Gods strength and that I have to show my girls (6&2) how to be strong and happy on your own. I refuse to let him or the OW (a former friend) think they can walk all over me, tell me I’m hurting my kids by not letting them near her kids (as much as I can control it), and that I am using my kids. NO! My girls will be better off as far away from their insanity as I can take them.

  134. McKenna M. says

    July 8, 2017 at 8:28 pm

    The website is too much.You all describe yourself as near perfect.It is sad.Men get tired of the same old.It is biology.But if you birds were are so perfect, your men would not have jumped ship.No one is as amazing as all painted here.Reading this drivel explains alot about why husbands leave.Jesus Christ!!!

    • LettingGo says

      July 8, 2017 at 8:47 pm

      Let me guess… you are the other woman or the other man??

      • Soldiering On says

        July 9, 2017 at 2:53 am

        No–he’s a cheater (and probably has been for a long time) and trying to justify his assholeiness.

        Dude–watch out for that Karma Bus–it doesn’t even beep when it runs you over!

        And I’m willing to bet the OW is a real charmer, just like him.

    • Feelingit says

      July 8, 2017 at 9:29 pm

      Your post makes no sense. Men cheat because of biology but if their mates are perfect or nearly perfect, biology is out the window.

      Also, did you know a classic symptom of narcissism is black and white thinking- you are perfect or you get cheated on, no in between hmmmm.

      May Jesus Christ have mercy on your soul.

      • Meh or Bust says

        July 8, 2017 at 10:33 pm

        Also McKenna doesn’t read well or would realize there are guy chumps on here, too… yep, black and white thinking = narcissist.

    • Meh or Bust says

      July 8, 2017 at 10:07 pm

      LMAO! This is def an OW or OM. One with very little going on in their life if they are spending their time trolling here, lol

    • Chumpedbigtime says

      July 9, 2017 at 3:36 am

      So mcKenna. What is YOUR story? Tell all and don’t hide the truth….but then again you are probably only capable of half truths anyway…. You are clearly lacking in intelligence and empathy given you clearly have no understanding or compassion when you are reading this website. I don’t think I have ever read someone purporting to be the ” perfect” spouse. What I have read are stories of tremendous pain and hurt and tremendous struggles – emotional physical and financial ,following revelations that their partner / spouse had been deceitful – lying and cheating behind their and their children’s backs ……..
      You are clearly a NARC or a wayward spouse or other man/ woman who has had their arse well and truly kicked by a chump who got mighty after finding this website and you are now feeling bitter….. hence you went to check out the website…. And if that is the case I am delighted to hear you are no longer getting all the cake and kibbles you feel you deserved….so run along now you entitled sad sausage and go find someone who cares about your sad plight…..you selfish self centred piece of s##t! If you are the other man /woman you are welcome to take from us any disordered narc who has caused us so much pain….go ahead we wont stop you…in fact we will throw their items in boxes for you & give you both the taxi fare as far away as possible……You and your disordered type are not welcome on this site . Go and crawl back under your rock…….. We do not need your type on this site or in our lives anymore…..we have had our fill of immature arrogant self centered specimens….. When you have grownup please feel free to join in any further discussions. Until then run off with you and go play with the other self absorbed “teenagers……. “

      • Gail says

        July 9, 2017 at 7:32 am

        ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Well Said..not having fun now!

    • Lady b says

      July 9, 2017 at 7:30 am

      I got pretty bored and put up with way to much shit but didn’t cheat, definitely had the opportunities to, why because I am honest and have intergrity. If I couldn’t stand it I would have left but I value family commitment and what it means to your children to have two parents who try and work together.

    • Lyn says

      July 9, 2017 at 7:46 am

      McKenna is about as emotionally deep as a teaspoon.

    • Doingme says

      July 9, 2017 at 8:26 pm

      Where did the cheater go McKenna? Dumpster diving after 36 years 41 total. How long does it take the cheater to tire of the OW? You tell me! Where is your prize now honey? Hmmm…..Let me tell you something to consider. If he was wearing a wedding ring when you met him what do you think he’s doing now that he’s actually SINGLE. Hahaha…

  135. seriously? says

    July 9, 2017 at 11:02 am

    Clearly missing the point Mckenna.
    It is OK to be imperfect. Everyone is. It does not mean its is fine to lead a duplicitous life.
    If its biology, then tell your mate, and let them see if they fancy a bit of “strange” as well.
    Why lie, if it’s all accepted as OK?
    Fact is , its the lying you like. The “new”, plus the sneaking around.
    Either don’t have a long term partner , or clear it with her / him first.
    Duh.

  136. Chumpednomore says

    July 9, 2017 at 2:56 pm

    I forgave the first time, since I had 33 years of loving this man; the second time this past March, within two months time, I found and bought a house of my own, moved out and decided that I’ll be “HAPPY FIRST, THEN THE REST WILL FOLLOW”… time to rediscover who I am, move forward and see what new things I can accomplish… did I mention travel Yeap, going to do that too! With my fabulous friends who stuck by me through it all!

    I chose to move forward and ALLOW MYSELF to be happy!

    • Doingme says

      July 9, 2017 at 8:17 pm

      Greatest ending and beginning ever CNM.

  137. Lola Granola says

    July 9, 2017 at 10:16 pm

    What makes me resilient?

    – Grace of God
    – Learning to ask for help (this nearly killed me)
    – Stubbornness and grit
    – A willingness to act
    – The ability to imagine a different future; a better one without him

    But these are just the starting points. What I have benefited the most from is:

    – Good people around me, who helped me when I asked
    – Good reading, including this site
    – Good therapy/counselling
    – Talking and talking and talking it through with anyone else who would listen
    – Having time to think it through, sometimes obsessively

    The places where I still need to do work are:

    – self care
    – being kinder to myself
    – forgiving myself for making mistakes

  138. JackiesDone says

    July 10, 2017 at 10:01 am

    I have no idea what makes me so resilient but I am grateful for it. It is a power from within that is just there no matter what horrors are swirling in my heart and head.

    Sometimes, when it seems to be getting the best of me which is usually when I resist and fight it I say to “it” I already won. I won the moment I got dressed today. I won. And I can feel it dissipate. Then I say I know you will be back but know this, I already won today. You are nothing more than a parasite and like a parasite if I die you do to. So I win again. No matter what, I win. Look at what you took from me, you broke my immune system to a breaking point, you keep salting my wounds and what did I do?

    I got up and I got dressed this morning. I win.

    • Lola Granola says

      July 10, 2017 at 6:23 pm

      Magnificent!

  139. Pollyanna says

    July 10, 2017 at 11:08 am

    I am Mormon so cussing isn’t something we take lightly but when he angered me or made me cry with sorrow or fear, I yelled “Fuck you, fuck this shit, fuck off you fucking fuck” even if nobody was around to hear, especially if nobody but me was around to hear, then I would roar until I felt the positive adrenaline surge through my veins. If the daughter was home I would silently roar using my whole body. I would yell out loud “NO! Not On My Watch!” and “She Is Defended!”. I also ceased all comms with him unless it was through the solicitors. It was scary, he was frightening, he was violent to everyone in the household and he swore I would “not see a penny, you fucking bitch, I’ll kill you first” and “it’s easy to kill the police, they’re pussies” and describe to me in detail how indeed it is easy to kill the police with his skills as a former sergeant in the British Army. I was frightened every day for the 4 years between leaving and winning the court case, we moved house frequently to stay away from him whenever he found us, I was terrified of taking rubbish to the wheelie bin for heavens sake. It was only by being braver and behaving in a dominant in a not very feminine way that got us through it safely. I did get the pennies, I got the house on a 65/35% split, I got the kid, I got almost every single thing. He vandalised the house but it was a pretty easy fix. I do think that one day he will try his luck, but I’m not about to sit around waiting for that to happen and he knows that I beat him in the courts once and next time I will show no fucking mercy. Fuck. That. Shit.

  140. FarBetterOff says

    July 12, 2017 at 3:56 am

    Anger and hate-fire fuelled my exit and served me well. When those tools waned, Logic took over and protected me. Grief tried to overwhelm me, break me, I refused to succumb. My kid and dog depend on me, I’m all they have now.

    Knowing I have to protect and care for them keeps me resilient, keeps me fighting for happiness and a new life.

    Some parts of my soul are still broken, I don’t know if I’ll ever be whole. But I will be whatever this new me is, I will be her and I will be the best me I can be. Because I’m worth it, my kid is worth it.

    Monsters are real, and we have to fight them, we have to win. Because we can’t let Evil win.

  141. K says

    July 12, 2017 at 4:17 pm

    There were a couple resilient scripts that would flip through my mind, that somehow kept me going. One was “one day this is going to just be a stupid footnote in the book of my life.” It helped me keep perspective; foreground today, background tomorrow. Another was that every person I thought I couldn’t live without turned out to be anything but. I had lived without them, and I no longer wanted to be with any of those people, so I kept thinking “time and new experiences will fade this.” The third thing was something my sister told me when she got chumped, which is “I’m better than this.” As in, she deserved better treatment, and so did I. Though that last one took me a long, long time to believe, I’m glad I turned it over so often, because it was something I really *wanted* to believe. Which, who knew, I now actually do!

  142. Better off Alone says

    July 16, 2017 at 3:43 pm

    What makes me resilient?
    I don’t know….I don’t feel resilient…not yet…
    Thanksgiving Day 2016 I came home to find the love of my life with someone else. Was he hard working? No. Was he handy? No. Was he waiting on me hand/foot? No. Did he have a good job? Nope never anything over minimum wage and lucky when it was full time. Big gaps in employment. BUT HE WAS FAITHFUL AND QUIET AND KIND….turns out he wasn’t. After 20 years of marriage I was broadsided… I thought everything would finally be perfect because I used all my connections to get him a job. after two months on the job he started hooking up with a woman at work 17 years younger than him. She knew he was married and didn’t care. They kept it a secret until my neighbor called me while I was out of town 2:30am loud sexual noises and she knew I was out of town working. I drove home all night and yup she was not mistaken. He tried to lie to my face about it then he said he was not happy for the last 10 years, said we had no chemistry, said I didn’t put out enough, said he needed a friend. I was so devastated that I stopped functioning…I couldn’t help it this man destroyed my life, I worked so hard for us and took elaborate international vacations he never worried about anything…he was pretty kept. It has taken me 7 months to recuperate and finally he is moving out….as a matter of fact he is out looking for a place to live. He has already texted that everything out there is too small. TOUGH SHIT welcome to the real world where you have to work for what you have. I am very relieved but I am a good person and his sobbing and begging (which he was absolutely not doing months ago) is making me feel bad, I don’t want to be with him anymore I will never trust him. He argues that is a good person he just made a mistake. I said that lying to me and f*cking this whore day after day was a choice and not a mistake over drinks one time and that after I struggled so much to get him the job he had the nerve to pull this shit. I just pray for the strength to go our separate ways…this asshole is needy!

  143. Better off Alone says

    July 16, 2017 at 3:52 pm

    If you have pointers please help me by giving me some….I’m new to this and the pain is so raw. I thought forever meant forever and I WOULDA NEVER CHEATED!!
    What makes me resilient?
    I don’t know….I don’t feel resilient…not yet…
    Thanksgiving Day 2016 I came home to find the love of my life with someone else. Was he hard working? No. Was he handy? No. Was he waiting on me hand/foot? No. Did he have a good job? Nope never anything over minimum wage and lucky when it was full time. Big gaps in employment. BUT HE WAS FAITHFUL AND QUIET AND KIND….turns out he wasn’t. After 20 years of marriage I was broadsided… I thought everything would finally be perfect because I used all my connections to get him a job. after two months on the job he started hooking up with a woman at work 17 years younger than him. She knew he was married and didn’t care. They kept it a secret until my neighbor called me while I was out of town 2:30am loud sexual noises and she knew I was out of town working. I drove home all night and yup she was not mistaken. He tried to lie to my face about it then he said he was not happy for the last 10 years, said we had no chemistry, said I didn’t put out enough, said he needed a friend. I was so devastated that I stopped functioning…I couldn’t help it this man destroyed my life, I worked so hard for us and took elaborate international vacations he never worried about anything…he was pretty kept. It has taken me 7 months to recuperate and finally he is moving out….as a matter of fact he is out looking for a place to live. He has already texted that everything out there is too small. TOUGH SHIT welcome to the real world where you have to work for what you have. I am very relieved but I am a good person and his sobbing and begging (which he was absolutely not doing months ago) is making me feel bad, I don’t want to be with him anymore I will never trust him. He argues that is a good person he just made a mistake. I said that lying to me and f*cking this whore day after day was a choice and not a mistake over drinks one time and that after I struggled so much to get him the job he had the nerve to pull this shit. I just pray for the strength to go our separate ways…this asshole is needy!

    • Phoenix Rising says

      July 17, 2017 at 10:40 pm

      Dear Better Off Alone,

      Having had two cheaters (married to first 19yrs & ran off with our business receptionist) & second one (10 years & notified via email from one of at least 6 OW’s) I think I can give you a few pointers.
      1. They never change & once your betrayed it’s damaging to the core. He doesn’t deserve you & you deserve better.
      2. He needs you for supply & has been using you & you must cut him out of your life fully. Sever the ties that bind.
      3. You are resilient, youv’e been putting up with a lazy slob for ever & that takes resilience. You tried to make it perfect & he let you down not vice versa!
      4. It gets easier with time & NO CONTACT! Separate yourself from him, block him & terminate his sorry arse from your life.
      5. You deserve better & are worthy of the best, he’s not worthy of you!
      6. Take your time to heal (there is no right way, just a way forward & you will find yours when your able).
      7. Ease up on yourself, your in shock! It’s soul destroying but, souls are like phoenix’s? 😉 & continue to rise forever over & over.
      8. Keep busy, take care of yourself, buy that new outfit/get a new look/have a massage & drink that champagne with girlfriends. Live your life on your terms, embrace your freedom! Free of BS, free of needy, free to do as you please, free to live your truth!
      9. Your a long time dead, don’t waste anymore valuable time on that fool, you did your best & he wasn’t able to live up to your expectations. Keep your expectations high, not low like his & his libido.
      10. Be kind to yourself, you are doing well, your here, your not alone & you are resilient.
      Goodluck xoxo

      • Better Off Alone says

        July 25, 2017 at 7:55 pm

        Thank you!
        Your words soothe my soul.

  144. BSOD_Chumped says

    July 18, 2017 at 9:24 am

    Yep, chumped. Wife of 17 years whom I thought was the love of my life ran off a F*cked a previous boyfriend for the last 7 months. Found out about 8 weeks ago and am alive. Thank God we don’t have children, for those who go through this with, my heart is out to you, you are stronger than me. Why an I resilient? Because I have integrity, faith, honesty, commitment and hurt like hell. I kept my vows and didn’t stray and supported her through graduate school through a doctorate. I gave up careers for her. I invested in her future and she decided to blow someone else, it hurts. I am a chump and a fool but I am still standing, this hasn’t stopped me from doing what I need to do to live and it won’t. This isn’t easy and at this point, nothing is. And yet I stand.

  145. Now I.C. says

    July 28, 2017 at 5:52 pm

    Have To. I don’t know how else to put it, but I survived this far because I Have To.

    That is the thing though- everyone gets to determine their own Have To’s. My STBX didn’t think he Had To talk to his wife about being unhappy, he felt entitled to just go poof and abandon me. He left while I was on a business trip, with no warning. He sent me an e-mail. After 28 years of marriage he sent me an e-mail. Since then I have learned that there is an OW, or at least a potential OW on the construction site where he works. At least it is not like the last time nine years ago where he carried on an EA (and probably a PA) under my nose. At least this time he did leave, though he denied there was anyone else and blamed me – 100% – for the demise of the marriage. He doesn’t Have To take any of the blame, you see, his crappy character and personality disorder will not allow it. He is an emotional child and a coward.

    For me, I Have To be the grownup. I Have To dispose of our home and physical assets. I Have To be the sane parent. I Have To go to work every day and never be dependent on him. I simply Have To. I don’t know how else to put it.

    • Better Off Aline says

      August 2, 2017 at 1:39 am

      I’m sorry this happened to you. I’m sorry it happened to me. I’m sorry it happens at all. THIS IS PREVENTABLE!! But narcissistic personalities will never see it that way. They are the center of the universe and only what they feel and what they want matters. Why would I want to be with someone like that? I asked myself many times my answer was always well at least he’s faithful—joke was on me. Couldn’t be further from the truth!!! He finally moved out after 7 very difficult months. He finally apologized and broke down and cried–why??? Because he didn’t wanna go! Why would he — I was his meal ticket. He’s almost 50 and still wanted to do very little and get everything in return. He blamed me for the affair said he hadn’t been happy. “But I asked you last month if you were happy and you said yes of course and you would never ever cheat ” how could I ever believe you. They are liars and will say whatever to get what they need or want. After 20 years of marriage it is very very painful and I can never ever trust him thus this marriage is dead and over. But just yesterday I cried like a baby. I miss him terribly or miss the person I thought he was and cried because I never asked for this. But after my tears I was thankful he was gone. GOOD RIDDANCE!!! No more using me! F U. I AM THE CATCH NOT YOU! Remembering that. You are the honorable one. YOU ARE THE CATCH!! Not the cheating a-hole–they deserve to be with other cheaters.

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