What’s Your Post-Infidelity Super Power?
Ever notice that every superhero got his or her superpower after a calamity? Get bitten by a radioactive spider? Wham. You can climb skyscrapers. Head injury in a plane crash? Catwoman (whose superpower is being Eartha Kitt? Sexy pantsuits? Purring?) A botched blood transfusion from a mongoose? Superhuman speed as the Whizzer. (Really, that was a storyline.)
Why should chumps be any different? Hey, you know calamity! What’s your new superpower? Can you sniff out a narc at 20 paces? Detect lies? Are you made of titanium resilience?
Now I know the temptation here, especially for the newbies, is to say, “Gee Tracy, my superpowers are PTSD, trust issues and a twitch.”
NO. UNACCEPTABLE ANSWER. Reframe this! What are your new GIFTS post-infidelity? Snark? Better friendships? Twenty pounds of infidelity-diet weight loss?
Tell me! And TGIF!
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This is the first time in my life I am learning to take care of ME!
PEACE!
I have superhuman fuckwit radar now. Personality disorder? Addict? Neurotic? Pervert? I can sense it a mile away.
“When someone shows you who they are; believe them the first time.” – Maya Angelou
I now have X-Ray eyes: I believe what I see
Open ears: I listen to what I hear
Mega Legs: I believe when it’s time to run
I am done with the “calamity” man…
Call me Jane.
Same. I went out on a date a few weeks ago and the guy was giving off so many red flags it was crazy. The best part? I recognized them and immediately and DIDN’T make excuses for them. It really is a super power.
That’s great! I hope that I gain the superpower. Still too early to tell if I can actually pick a good one from the bunch.
Yes I wondered mine too….thought about it a bit….has to be if someone is being an ass ….I call them on it ….pretty handy for the rare time I do come across my ex ….he loves to try to talk to me …..he must be a glutton for punishment. …never in his favour 😉
Pre-divorce, I had no appreciation for exercise. During and post, I started walking during lunch at work. That’s my get-out-of-the- head time. I looked forward to the activity and hearing the sounds around me. Reminds me that I’m still alive and able to appreciate the small things in life.
Bonus – lost 25 pounds so far!!
My superpower became having amazing teeth. He only did it once, but Rhys criticized my gum health pretty harshly, and after I kicked him to the curb, I had a dentist appointment. The hygienist actually *showed* me how to take care of my gums, and wouldn’t you know it, my gums and teeth recovered.
At least that’s fixable, unlike Rhys’ prickery. I now have a smile that shines for days!
My X had the audacity to criticize my teeth when they were the ONE aspect of my appearance I had absolute confidence in–straight teeth without braces. But he noticed how they ever-so-slightly incline inward. Funny thing is that since we’ve divorced I’ve developed a noticeable gap between my two upper front teeth, a la Lauren Hutton, except that I in no way resemble her otherwise. My dentist offered fillers to close the gap and I said, no thank you, I like the new way my teeth have evolved. And in fact, the first person who has anything at all to say about my teeth other than that they’re beautiful and functional can go eff themselves!
Enjoying time with ME and stronger commitment to my friendships.
I got an associates degree, didn’t miss a class, no debt, all a’s but 3 classes that were b+! on my way to the university for a bachelor’s with a full scholarship
Good for you huskerdad!
Huskerdad, you can do this! After leaving my fuckwit I went on to a PhD. Not bad for someone who spent a lot of time being called “stupid” by a fuckwit. I’ve since published two bucks and am working on my next one now. The only thing stupid about me was staying with him so long.
Amazing, Jojobee!!
wish there was a love button. you go!
When I kicked my ex out after D-day #2 he said he wanted to slow down with the divorce and focus on the kids. I said no and went full steam ahead.
I bought a house and moved within 3 months, doubled my work hours that included new benefits and took him to the cleaners in the divorce by getting the bitchiest attorney I could find. I hired her because I don’t have it in me to be a bitch. Go figure!
My superhero powers also include fixing garage door openers, glazing old windows, painting and soothing my 11 yr old to sleep as he was adjusting to our new world. Happy Friday everyone and each day it does get better. Who knew we had it in us?!?!
Way to go! Education superpowers are my favorite.
Unfortunately for me still dealing with parental alienation! Tracy what do I do? I’m 19 months out of D DAY?
Parental alienation is horrific and it tends to pass down generations of dysfunction. I am still struggling after 10+ years since my kids were infants and The Cobra took them away abroad. Part of my heart is dead, and the awful legal struggle, loss of sleep and friends and ultimately my own toxic family who took his side …
But my superpower comes from that: Ability to compartmentalize. No matter how rotten it is, I function well as a person and a professional and I can enjoy life and laughter and be there for others.
I got a lot of support from Youtube.
I think Carol means that her spouse has turned Carol’s kids against her. Carol, my bio-dad did that to me against my Mom. I caught on to his game, and now my Mom and I are close and have a wonderful relationship. I will never forgive him for the damage he did to our relationship, though. Give it time and prayer. While my Mom was waiting for me to get my head out of my ass, she dedicated herself to volunteering at an elementary school, and ‘adopted’ several kiddos whom she still cares for. She filled her life with volunteering, and has a safety net full of friends, laughter and light. I love her so much, and I am so proud of her, but it did take me a few years to get to that point. Give it time, and prayer.
Your parents are having trouble with your divorce?!
I say know you are correct in your life choices no matter what they think. And plan a trip at Christmas. I hear the Viking European river cruises in December are fantastic!
I still missed my ex-cheater but I am in a better place now surrounded by my team support and tons of therapy. Once I left him I went cold turkey to never go back (extremely hard experience to do but best advise I had) he never came back or try to look for me which in a way was better.
For all chumps hang in there a light out of the tunnel will come for sure!
I take care of and raise 4 children all by myself. I have not lost the house that I now have to pay all by myself. I manage to feed, clothe the kids and myself, pay all bills, maintain the house, vehicles and yard all on one salary. I fixed the lawn mower and put in a new floor in the bathroom. Plus I learned to unclog the toilet and sink drain all by myself. I have kept my truck in working order. And slowly I am unflattering all the junk wasband left behind
Mrs Vain, you HERO!
Nice job Ms.Vain! It’s nice to hear this!
How far you’ve come Mrs Vain, you are so mighty!
MrsVain, you sound so amazing! I think CL needs to have video feed links. Chumps could post videos of themselves repairing cars, unclogging toilets, installing floors all while discussing how accomplishing the toilet unclogging is akin to getting rid of a cheater Seeing chumps smile after the flush of the LIFE-TURD. Priceless!
Good job my dear!????
Mrs.Vain – YES! Four kids. By yourself. You are awesome. I have four also. My last two kids were a surprise – and TWINS. I am filing for divorce today and find it daunting to think of all these kids and single mom status. I love your success. Keep it up. Rock on. 😀
Good luck – you won’t regret it!
Single mom status is a proud badge to wear. You are mighty and you can do this!!! CN will have your back. I know it seems scary but the time flies, kids will be fine and your divorce order will be final sooner than you think. Good luck with everything mrs5-0
PS.
Mine order came in the mail last week and to my surprise (I thought I’d have to wait 31 days but no, it was signed on June 18th) I’m divorced already :)))
Congratulations on your Freedom Day!
In the year since my ex has been gone I have been able to buy a new fridge, redecorate a room and install new flooring in a room. Would these things have been done if he was here? NO. For years we talked about stuff like this, yet somehow never had the money for it. Now suddenly I not only have the money for stuff like this, I am also able to set money aside so we are prepared for car registration or repairs, etc.
I am amazed at how much more money I have despite his income being gone.
CC, I marvel at this too. I have very little $ now, yet I somehow live better on less then when I lived with an entitled man child. I have barely enough to cover everything every month now, but I still find a way to make our lives full and fun on very little. It’s amazing how much money he sucked away and set on fire for nonsense (or affair partners, I’ll never know).
He never once balanced the checkbook or knew what bills we had paid or owed, but he was always lined up like a teenager asking for money to lift his truck or Xbox game (which I guess made me mommy, yuck). I loved playing Xbox too, but he was totally TV and game addicted to the point where that is literally all he would want to do or spend money on when he wasn’t at work. I worked and also did the bills, shopping, laundry, banking, toddler and infant care, cleaning, cooking, trip planning, holiday decorating, gift buying…and on and on and on the list goes.
New superpowers include raising 2 great kids (they were 1 and 2 when he left four year ago ) with zero help (he moved to opposite coast and is now $41K behind in child support), finding a rental house and moving us in, building a big wooden play structure and sandbox for them with my new band-saw, spending the last 3 years working on my Bachelor’s in Criminal Justice every night (I finally graduated in April), and donating my time one night a week to help teach a divorce support group at my church. I also recently became a member of the board for a non-profit that facilitates trauma and divorce recovery classes.
He left to go have a full time life as a carefree teen with what he thought was a like-minded stripper. But she accidentally on purpose got pregnant…twice. The thought of him changing the diapers he ran 2,000 miles to get away from always make me smile.
Honey I have read your blog from start to current and you are just amazing!
You just made my millennium! Not the falcon kind, the other kind. Thanks, Attie!
Isn’t it amazing all that you get done when you have shed the source of mental and emotional suckage? You start to realize how much energy and life a bad spouse took from you. Funny, how you can manage to fill in his blanks easily enough on your own. Goes to show that he couldn’t have been doing nearly as much as he thought he did if you were able to compensate for his absence on top of what you were already doing (and feeling even better about it all and yourself when it’s done).
THIS!!!! TRUTH!!
It’s amazing how much better we do on one salary as opposed to two but having one person spend them both isn’t it!
The superpower I have now is the next degree of the superpower I had before, the ability to get the job done and to do it well.
Interestingly, strength and busyness is apparently what drove my STBXH away to seek someone simpler with lower expectations so that he can be his real self without the stress of me.
Ironically, I still have the same demanding career (that I have not faltered in despite this trauma). I still am largely responsible for most aspects of the kids lives. Now I am fully responsible for the care and maintenance of the entire house myself. I still fulfill familial responsibilities to both sides of the family (his family is still very closely connected to me and the kids; they leave him to his own devices in his secret double life as he still lies about this affair and seeing the OW). I still do my committee work.
Despite the full plate, I have never felt more at peace. My stress level is the lowest it has ever been in years. I am closer to my kids than ever because of all the one-on-one time. My house has never been more organized. Small reno projects that have lingered for years are being completed. My neighbours have told me that my yard and gardens have never looked better (now that I do all the lawn are). I spend so much more time hanging out with my family and friends.
I get the job done and I do it well! Good bye baggage.
I am with you on this one. I feel like my stbx was a low achiever and had to find someone who would boost his ego because he simply could not keep up with me.
Ditto about being closer to the kids and feeling more at peace at home. I feel like I can truly be myself at home.
You don’t need a smaller crown. He needed bigger hands.
And you know what they say about men with big hands.
Hahaha!
Agreed!
Once I got back control of my salary (no longer having him spending my salary and his on his “toys” – you know, the eternal black hole of “wants”), I took out a new mortgage at 53 to buy him out of the house and pay off all “our” (yeah, big joke – “his”) debts. I started throwing everything I could at it and in 4 years so far I have paid off an additional $100,000 on top of the mortgage. I was planning to retire at the end of 2020 but I really can’t face my 3+ hour daily commute (and it’s getting worse) so I started doing the maths and I’m pretty sure I can go this Christmas – in 5 months time – and all because I was able to spend MY money on ME! So I get an extra 2 years of my life back by being the mistress of my own financial destiny! Pretty cool huh!
Good for you!
that’s terrific. Love these stories.
This is really impressive!
Attie, you are my hero!
Wonderful
I am Super-Gardener! Taking care of the lawn, the pool, the hedges, the weeds, planting just the flowers I like. I can do it ALL, without the help (and whining) of mister.
I can suppress emotional outbursts – a skill learnt from having to look after kids whilst internally falling apart.
I can control the actual physical effects of fear, anger and almost stop crying when I hear about something sad (that’s the hardest one)
As a result I can speak calmly to idiots, ignore humiliating situations aaaaaand go on all sorts of rollercoasters.
It’s great!!!
I appreciate what you have written. It is timely for me. I am struggling to understand how much of the stress I felt over the years, and how badly I reacted to it, was caused as a reaction to the situation I was in and how much of it is really FOO issues I have to work through.
It’s true that I was often always stressed out during my marriage. There were phases when I complained a lot. Needed my husband go do more, be more. Felt that he wasn’t doing enough. And, no doubt, there were times I outright criticized him. I wasn’t much fun. I was so caught up in so much responsibility, and I really started to put my marriage last when I kept finding that needs were not being fulfilled. These are my fixings that I have fully recognized as the the issues that I contributed to my marriage being less than stellar. However, none of this justifies his affair for over a year, with him ultimately leaving me to be with the OW just after Christmas.
Yet, my family and friends tell me that the experience my STBXH describes of me is not at all the woman that they know me to be. In fact, when I try to take ownership in the part of my marriage that I know I hurt by my actions and choices, just about everyone I know tells me that I need to stop feeling guilty for reacting in a way that everyone acts in marriage. Being human. It would be easy to grab on to that as a cop out for the things that I need to work on so that I am a better person (and likely to be more successful in future relationships), but I am confused about what actually is.
Did I become a “shrew” in my marriage because I actually have the tendency to be a “shrew” or was it the situation that compelled me to often act out of frustration and disappointment? In either case, I am always responsible for my own actions and reactions to the situations I face in life. However, if I am actually a woman who can never by happy (as my STBXH describes me) that that is a far more serious issue to address than being someone who reacts poorly to stress (in which case I need to work on better coping skills). Even my counsellor attempts to ease my conscience by pointing out that for the 12 years of my marriage, I faced a lot of stressors to contend with that a more supportive husband might have allowed me to better manage (sick mother, child with a disability, daughter being born two months premature, husband laid off twice, supporting him myself through three years of university for him to earn his degree, a demanding job, continuous struggle over the division of laour at home).
So the process of untangling my own skein is unfolding. Yes, things he accused me of that may not be actually true still messes with my head. But, I know that I am capable of happiness, of being fun, of kicking back and relaxing because I’m doing it now in a way that I haven’t been able to do in years. Let the counselling continue so that my mightiness can grow (then I can really scare the shit of my STBXH who felt he couldn’t handle me before – too bad).
“I am struggling to understand how much of the stress I felt over the years, and how badly I reacted to it, was caused as a reaction to the situation I was in and how much of it is really FOO issues I have to work through.
It’s true that I was often always stressed out during my marriage. There were phases when I complained a lot. Needed my husband go do more, be more. Felt that he wasn’t doing enough. And, no doubt, there were times I outright criticized him. I wasn’t much fun. I was so caught up in so much responsibility, and I really started to put my marriage last when I kept finding that needs were not being fulfilled. These are my fixings that I have fully recognized as the the issues that I contributed to my marriage being less than stellar.”
Well said. I own this part as well. I could have chosen to react differently instead of trying to make him be different.
Option NoMor this really struck a chord with me. I remember those days of self doubt. They are bittersweet and a double edged sword.
“It would be easy to grab on to that as a cop out for the things that I need to work on so that I am a better person (and likely to be more successful in future relationships), but I am confused about what actually is.”
There is a big difference in accepting his comments as true and some critical self analysis. Living with a shithead does not bring out your highest and best self-don’t beat yourself up about things that he complains you did or didn’t do. But do looks at yourself with an eye toward understanding how you stayed for such treatment. Don’t try to address his complaints – although there may be teeny tiny kernel of truth to them- that’s how you get sucked in. We all have faults but a spouse should be someone who accepts yours as you accept theirs. Remember CL passing the ball back and forth analogy.
I’m glad you have a therapist and want to be a better person. But focus not on what he said but why you stayed. When I shifted my focus to this question I discovered what I needed to know about myself to move forward in a healthy way after the trauma of my marriage. I thought the divorce was the trauma but I learned the real pain came from the marriage and the way I let myself be treated.
Do the work o yourself n at the same time you recognize it wasn’t about you and any perfectly human failings you may have had. You will be amazed at what you find out about yourself. Love that woman, give her all the care and love you would offer to a hurt child. You deserve it.
Once you treat yourself with the kindness and compassion you expended on your fuckwit you will be find it much easier to demand it from others. It sounds like you have great support-I’m glad for you. Listen to them. I promise there is a big fabulous life out there for you.
Thank you so much for your direction. I just turned 45. Don’t know how that happened!?! But, I do feel like I still have a long life ahead of me and that it’s going to be a great one! I want to be the best me doing it, which is why I feel the next part of my journey needs to be to really figure out what are my actual fixings (eg: Do I have co-dependent tendencies that aren’t healthy?) and what was really his own failings being projected on to me (some of is obvious while other points touch a nerve).
I stayed to fight for my marriage for the last year, before he left after Christmas, because I believed in my vows. I believed that you don’t walk away when things get tough. These were the “bad times” and the “in sickness” times that my vows referred to. I believed the RIC narrative that the love of one spouse could be strong enough to keep the marriage going in the face of the “affair fog” he was in. I also was in a state of shock because no one would ever have expected this behaviour from him in a million years, myself included. I believed something was sincerely wrong with him – mid-life crisis – and that my patience, understanding and forgiveness would be a beacon of light to bring him home.
It doesn’t matter to me what is going on in his head anymore. I’m done with hypotheses about his behaviour. Ultimately, it doesn’t change what he’s done, and it does nothing to restore the trust that has been lost. A quote by Nicole Kidman’s father to her when she and Tom Cruise divorced helped me, “Nic, it’s going to be OK. It isn’t what it could’ve been, it isn’t what it should have been, it is what it is.”
Perhaps, the common superpower that everyone in this forum today has demonstrated is the power to no longer be considered an option. I came up with my screen name when I posted a quote from Maya Angelou on FB, “Never make someone a priority when all you are to them is an option.” I will be an OPTION NO MORE.
Awe that gave me chills. What a great screen name. Mine is from Charlotte’s Web because Fern spoke up to save Wilbur against what she felt was an injustice. Now I speak up for myself.
Maya was a wealth of wisdom. I had the good fortune to hear her speak in person and she had such a tremendous presence. One of my favorite quotes from her is something along the lines of “when people tell you who they are, you should listen.” It took me a long time to realize that people speak with their actions far more honestly than they do with their words. Thanks for that heads up CL.
OptionNoMore I wish you well on your voyage of self-discovery and self-improvement. It sounds like you are in a good place. My one word of caution is too accept and love yourself fully and fiercely even though you are a work in progress. Because you will always be a work in progress and because you deserve it today and because, I believe, a life well lived means we always keep striving – so the job is never done.
I’m 52 now. Got divorced at 45 after 6 or 7 years of – I’m struggling for the right word – trying to make it work and then accepting the inevitable and then working on myself. Just as the paperwork was winding its way through the courts I met the love of my life and life, while still having its ups and downs, gets better and better when you have a true partner to share it with. Not that the single life is less than but I’m sharing my experience.
Hang in there OptionNoMore – be your own priority and keep us posted on your progress.
ONM — Reading between the lines, you are a high performing “overachiever” by nature; nothing wrong with that and NOTHING to apologize for. It’s possible your cheater was simply, bless his heart, NEVER your intellectual equal/had your work ethic to begin with; that might be hard for a chump to admit without guilt (“gee, am I being narcissistic myself”, etc….). Chances are, he realized in some way he would never be your equal, blamed you for it, and rationalized it as a reason to move on to other (dumber) less threatening OW pastures. HIS problem, his loss. Not your monkeys anymore. Once you recover (and give yourself lots of time for that) maybe you might meet someone more on your own level — you don’t have to compromise on that one next time.
Chickynot – OMG. This is what everyone in my life is saying to me – family, friends, colleagues. I never thought of myself as better than my husband. I had a higher level of education and earned more, but he always seemed so self-assured in his quiet, logical demeanor. I also always felt that he was very intelligent and had so much potential – that’s why I was more than happy to support him through completing a BA (an upgrade from his college associate degree). Going back to school seems to be the straw that broke his back – which is why everyone’s common theory about him is that this is all a mid-life/identity crisis. There isn’t a single family member on both sides of our family, friend, neighbour, acquaintance that isn’t shocked by his actions. Now that it’s been out in the open for long enough, people are saying that he just needed to trade down to feel like a man.
It messes with your psyche. Men everywhere outearn their wives without this sort of fallout in their marriages. It’s not lost on me that I seem to be punished for being a capable, strong and hard-working WOMAN. He’s even pointed out that I will recover fine from all of this because there isn’t anything I can’t do (Really? Was that supposed to be a compliment to make me feel better?)
Now I’m getting mad again.
OptionNoMore: you were subject to narcissistic abuse and the reactions you had to it are proof. Do the research. Your X caused you to respond this way— it’s classic DARVO. And then, he blamed you for your reaction to his abuse????.
That abuse produces confusion, shame, manipulation, and most of all, obedience. The longer you are completely no contact you will see this dynamic.
Don’t go down the FOO rabbit hole: that’s just X’s blameshifting DARVO mindfuck tape playing in your head. This is ALL on him.
Get divorced. Go completely and totally NC. Read everything you can about narcissistic abuse. Practice extreme self care. You will heal and get to meh. You are a perfect human being❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Ps: I know this dynamic— I lived it for 26 years. 3.5 years post DDay. Newsflash: it was never about me— what X did is all on him.
Thank you. Hoping the legal separation agreement is done in by September and sent to STBXH for him to go through. This will become the divorce decree once a year of separation has expired. I pushed for the date to be October 31st when he actually left after Christmas. But, I have email evidence that it was late October that he created an email account to get back in touch with the OW and basically love-bombed her those last couple of months of the year while dismantling things at home with me. Hopefully, as soon as the legal separation is signed, I can move right into the divorce. Then, the real challenge begins in pursuing an annulment of the marriage in the Catholic Church so I can be spiritually free to find someone who understands the sacramentality of marriage within the Church.
“However, if I am actually a woman who can never by happy (as my STBXH describes me) that that is a far more serious issue to address…”
He was projecting his own narcissism on to you. Which is textbook, they all do it. HE is actually someone who can never be happy. Don’t beat yourself up thinking there is a bunch of stuff you need to change— you were married to a narc.
Nobody is perfect all of the time. When you live with someone you will see them at their worst and they will see you at your worst. It is inevitable. Us chumps get that and that’s why we spackle and continue to love our cheaters even when they are not being very loveable. Our cheaters think that isn’t supposed to happen and that their spouses are supposed to be superhuman, always know what they need at any given moment and never have needs of their own. We are supposed to be understanding and provide comfort to them when they are stressed out and behaving badly, but we are not allowed to show our own stress or express a need for comfort because that is a bother. They run off into the arms of their Schmoopies because they think Schoopie will be everything we couldn’t be. They are just setting themselves up for disappointment because nobody is ever pleasant 100% of the time.
Everyone says that to me – that everyone in marriage bitches and complains, especially during the most stressful year of having and raising babies. I pointed that out repeatedly to STBXH when I was doing the pick me dance in the fight of my life to save my marriage throughout 2017. He would point out things that I had said and done in the past as evidence of how I make everything less fun and stressful, and I would point out that those were things that occurred when the kids were babies and I was trying to juggle working outside of the home and trying to do everything well. When I would challenge him to give an example of me being like that in recent years, he wouldn’t come up with an example. It makes me realize that he was already losing his investment in the marriage and his compassion for me already in the early years when our kids were babies. Thanks buddy.
yes, my ex moaned several times about how hard marriage was and how it’s not supposed to be like that. Those of us in the real world know that relationships are not perfect 100% of the time. I really hope that he’s finding that out with his ow: same shit, different partner.
I am SuperFree Chump. – No one uses me a a slave to make their life better at the expense of mine. No one can gaslight me into thinking my lying eyes can’t see. Whereas before I gave the “benefit of doubt” to liars now I can see by their actions they are crap. These new superpowers are simply awesome and with them I have set myself free!!! Granted myself peace and harmony in my household!! Respect from all who enter (or GTFO) which is given back in spades. I never knew coming home could be something to look forward to at the end of the day.
Happy Friday and peace to all Chump STBCs (Soon to be Champs)!
Have maintained a home and yard on my own for almost three years. Have kept my job. Have become an expert with power tools. Have become meh about him (but, not with what he did or how he did it). But, my greatest superpower will be holding my head high as I attend my son’s wedding in three weeks and being in the same room with those two despicable humans and ALL of the in-laws that cut me off! I have already prepared my toast about love, truth and trust!
Knock them speechless with your beautiful dignity!!
NotMyFault, I would really like to hear all about your experience at that wedding. I think it would make an excellent page discussion. What you feared going in? What your expectations would be and then you telling us how it all unfolded for you. Was there any Karma you witnessed? I hope your son’s wedding is a happy day for he and you. Congratulations on powering through! 🙂
Here, here!
It would be great to have a day of people’s stories of how they stood tall when having to face their ex and/or affair partner at an event. Although I face my STBXH often enough (for example, our children just had their communion), he hasn’t brought the OW anywhere. It’s not likely to happen anytime soon as his whole family has let him know that they will never welcome this woman in to their homes (very traditional Catholic family), but if this relationship lasts, it’s just a matter of time.
Then, there is the day I might just run into them in a public place. The very idea of it makes me feel like vomiting.
Stories would be great!
My son got married last year and the ex and Schmoopie came over from the States. First thing I thought when I saw him beeerrrrk, and then I noticed the receding Dracula hairline – hair coloured and permed to try to cover it. Now I’ve put on a lot of weight so he was probably looking at my belly too but I couldn’t give as shit. As he propped the bar up all night (ending up falling down drunk around 5am) I just looked at my sister and said “thank God that’s no longer my responsibility”. He was more nervous than I was and Schmoopie did a runner around 10 pm. Next day we chatted and it was fine but Schmoopie was very uncomfortable. I think the big thing is that I had my family with me and I was in this little cocoon of protection in case I needed it – I didn’t as it turned out. The ex was swanning around trying to impress everyone with how much French he remembered (he sounded like an idiot). My other son is getting married next year so I guess it will be a repeat performance. Oddly enough my ex has convinced himself that I have been “celibate” since he left in 2010 – obviously pining away for him. So for next year’s wedding I have invited my “friends with benefits” mate out from England – told him I’d sleep with him if he accepted (that’s just a joke actually – we are an item even though he lives in England and I live in France). Ex will not like it at all that I have a MAN!!!! Well he can just go choke! Steve is very smart and knows the situation so will be totally able to hold his own. I can’t wait!
Awesome!
My oldest daughter is talking about getting married, so I will be facing this in the near future and I dread it! You sound like you have it figured out, so good luck to you and congratulations to you and your son!
Prioritising physical health, spotting a borderline personality or just plain bad person from 50 paces, and spotting women who need help and offering that help. Theres a joyful intensity to life. Perhaps it will calm in time but it is where i need to be right now.
I can see a liar and a cheat a mile away. I no longer care if people like me. I have learned that it is ok to put myself first. And hating the other women only gives them power over me. And why should I waste anymore time or thought on those who hurt me.
My ex (together for 10 years , married for 6) left me for my friend 5 months after our son was born. The baby we had tried for 4 long years for, including unsuccessful IVF. He gas lighted me for months about why he left until i found out the truth under my own steam. The experience was horrific but the upsides included losing 3 stone (19kg) by joining a local ladies-only strength gym, putting my law degree to good use by divorcing him/keeping our house and meeting my lovely other half who is a fantastic step dad to my son. Oh and despite being 36 and thinking we would not be blessed with our own children due to my problems previpusly we now find ourselves 11 weeks pregnant. Gain a life indeed!!!
Thanks for the good wishes people. Sending them back out to each and every one of you. Keep being mighty –
and if you don’t feel it then fake it ’til you make it (which you will!) X
Congratulations, Mez! Enjoy your hard-earned blessings, and best wishes to you and your growing family! ????
Congrats! God bless!!
Beautiful outcome … so happy for you!
Congratulations! So very happy for you! Your stories give me hope.
Awesome!!
Crossing fingers for you 🙂
A new love and a new baby! Congratulations! I was married twenty years to a selfish, entitled cheating Narc, but those three “babies” of ours are my world. Best wishes for a beautiful future.
Aaah that is wonderful. I’m so happy for you! (Now if I could lose 3 stone too …….)!
I became a budgeting bad ass! We were so in debt because ex had to maintain a certain lifestyle for impression management that it was ridiculous. After we separated, he racked up $5k on a credit card within 3 months. Hey it’s expensive to keep an Entourage apparently. I am now 4 years out and away from the ex who was always fiscally irresponsible. I will be debt-free in August 2019!
Congratulations!
I am master of my own destiny. I decide what I want, how I feel, who I like, when I socialize and how I spend money. Tawanda, all powerful.
me too and I love it!
This is exactly how I feel!! And it’s awesome!!
My ex was a really good actress, BSer, excuse maker, liar, etc. And I always gave her the benefit of the doubt, because I loved her of course (I think she thought it was more because she was somehow outsmarting me). But after dealing with that for 15 years and walking away, I developed a laser sight for my bullshit detector. I can see bullshit coming from a mile away, I see it coming through the back of my head, over me, under me…..wherever.
So whenever I’d hear a new excuse or some other story from her (we have kids, so we still have to deal with one another), BLAM!!, I just shoot that shit down. So I don’t get any excuses or other crap about our marriage from her anymore because she knows she says anything, it’ll just be target practice.
See? Blindside — I feel like your ability qualifies you for federal civil service. So many of our current politicians are virtues-free, and we need people with your ability to call “BS!”
Well done!
My superpower is going absolutely pure hardcore no contact with the ex no matter what under any conditions. And deleting anything of them that remained from my life… FB posts, emails, texts, saved voicemails, pix, old furniture or decorations… it’s almost like they never existed at all. Except now I’m woke AF. 😀
Me too! Even when my daughter asked me to invite her Dad and Scmoopie to the party I was throwing for her HS graduation, I said no without hesitation! I told her to feel free to give her dad tickets, to take pictures with him on the day (I’ll wait out of sight), and to also make plans to get together with them separately while they were here in town. But I said no to hosting them like this,”You wouldn’t ask a mugging or rape victim to host their perpetrator, so don’t ask me to host the people who victimized me. I did not divorce him in order to spend more time with him, and, I certainly didn’t divorce him because I want to see he and his girlfriend play perfect relationship.” She complained he might not bother to do anything with her if I didn’t invite him. I said, “That is on him. He is an adult and you are an adult. If he wanted me to keep coordinating relationships for him, he shouldn’t have betrayed us and walked away.” She looked startled but said, “I know you are right mom. It isn’t your job–no matter how lousy a parent he is.” I know there are people who would tell me to suck it up for “her sake” but I really feel like modeling not being a doormat is for “her sake.” I never want her to think that she has to do all the work in relationships and be friendly and kind to people who are hurting her.
Brilliant! I needed to read this.
perfectly said!!!
Truth!
Word.
# WORD
Those of us with older teenage / adult children need to memorize these lines and use them as needed.
Except in the worlds of my son STBXH is not an adult, he’s a grown-ass man.
That is me also, went absolutely positively no contact almost a year ago, and it is awesome. I have two older teenagers with phones, no longer need to communicate. Even if one of them is sick or injured the other can tell him. Not me.
I start my first year of teaching FACS (home ec) next week. Thanks to all of you chumps for helping me get here in a new state with a new job and a new boyfriend. I honestly would not have made it to meh with you guys. Happy Friday!!
Who knew I had developed superhuman intuituion?! I knew immediately that something was different when I saw her – turns out she had cheated. Thanks for the life lesson, now get outta my life!
When having run ins with ow, I totally blank her, really pisses her off. When ex tries to wind me up, I try and give neutral answer, knowing he’s trying to be clever. The ow called me a “human splinter”. I should have called her a drug taking alcoholic, with stis, but she knows that already.
“Mr. Boundaries”
I used to be surrounded by nonstop chaos and stress. No more.
At work, my tool area is neat, clean, organized and stress free. Others now know not to bring their chaos to my pit. I am not your chaos janitor.
My radio station has even been switched from Classic Rock to an awesome, local Big Band era station. Performers I never heard before. I am the weirdo co-worker who rebuilds transmissions to “Under the Sea.”
“I am not your chaos janitor” is my new favorite phrase. Love it in every way.
Going to need tees, mugs, bumper stickers, etc.
❤️❤️❤️
“Chaos janitor” – that’s exactly what I was. I hope Schmoopie likes her new role!
As silly as it sounds, my ULTIMATE super-power now is the ability to say NO. I read it here years ago when I was going through my horrific ordeal and someone said and I quote, “NO is a complete sentence” – thank you, whoever penned it! If I weren’t in such a bad place then, I would actually remember who that was 🙂
At any rate, with that advice came a whole new wonderful world for me. I’m five years out and not to say it was easy, but by saying NO (first to the exh) opened up my world. I started creating boundaries AND enforcing them. Exh saw a whole new me – and he didn’t like it.
Then, I realized that I could actually say NO to others and other situations, establish and maintain boundaries. I certainly credit CL and CN for my newfound life. ❤️❤️❤️
Me Too ! I’ve learned boundaries. I’ll not let anyone take advantage of me again.
Realised that some people are shit, and that I was played. But improved my education, job prospects, and importantly learned that if Swedish friends stick up for them to ask them then and there why are you sticking up for the ex
I am FIERCE when I need to be. Don’t cross me.
I have a rudder, one that I control, to chart my own direction according to my values, rather than feeling like an untethered sail swinging in response to whichever direction the wind was blowing from. I can spot bullshit, and call it (even if that has to be done silently), and I can say “no” without feeling guilty or as if I’m shirking and failing.
I have become a wizard at using my paychecks to benefit ME. I’ve been able to quit my second and third jobs and still pay down the mortgage, buy a brand new car, and take two vacations to Europe, all while improving my credit score and socking away 6 months’ pay in an emergency fund. When the dishwasher died I was thrilled to be able to just pick up the phone and call for a replacement – this shouldn’t be a first when you are in your late 50s and have been a working professional for more than 30 years.
Super sleuth powers! Move on Sherlock- you’ve been replaced. A fierce accurate bullshit barometer! Fierce and sassy @ 60 with the final stage of my life’s adventures in front of me. Was it hard? Unbelievably. Do I wake @ 3am with WTF? All the time! Was it acceptable? Absolutely not! Limp dick and Pond scum together won the local swamp lottery!
I can now sense gaslighting from a mile away.
I should since my Ex is a master at it and can make you doubt your memories or sanity.
Post infidelity super powers…
– Superhuman strength to remain sane in the face of the smear campaign
– Able to leap into parallel parenting in a single bound
– Mightily hold back vomit while witnessing a fuckwits impression management strategies
– Intuitive understanding that I only control me
– Resistance to guilt tripping and fear
– Recovery from hopium addiction
– Diminished need to PROVE fuckwits lie.
– Hold up my worth under crushing pressure
– Six sense for gaslighting detection
My superpower is using my talents, skills and energy for myself and kids.
After, my ex confessed to cheating week before Christmas, I kicked his ass to the curb.
Then, I got him to take his name off title to the house and keep it on the loan. This gave me the chance to remodel parts of the house to sell. I did everything in two weeks. The workers wanted to take five.
I worked my tail off for two weeks to get the house ready to sell. ( I am a home stager) Then, I got $75,000 over the asking price. This set me up to buy a better house in a better school district for my kids.
Now, we are in a house that feels like us. The kids are thriving despite all of my ex’s drama.
Mbchump I love the juxtaposition of your sweet, smiling face and your badass ways! We’re not bitter, we’re simply disciplined.
Wow! That extra money is MIGHTY. I do wish I’d known how to get ahead of NarcX’s dissipation of assets-both before and after Dday-but my priority was my children, their education expenses, and our healthy future together. Nothing says Cheating Asshole better than walking out on your family, all your financial responsibilities (a mortgage you can easily afford, etc etc etc), and those young adults you abandoned and stole money from. Wished I’d had the wisdom handed out here. ???? I held out for our second biggest asset though and soon our pension will easily make up for his crap behavior, it’s the one asset he couldn’t take from me. ????
Super mighty!!
I can get by on 5 hours of sleep a night which is all I get because I am that busy with work, kids, house, dog and also trying to fit in some time for new guy (who has been very patient with having to accept scraps of my time).
You have a new guy? Hoping he treats you right!
I can now sew things on (I won’t say I sew well), plan nutritious meals that kids will eat, and repair stuffed animals.
I think the biggest super power I have, though, is one that might look like a weakness: my give-a-damn doesn’t work with people who treat me poorly. This would include cheaters, ungrateful (now ex)-in-laws, Switzerland friends, and friends of cheaters who will defend their actions. Somehow, the give-a-damn just won’t function; being polite and nice to these people just doesn’t seem possible. I’d get it fixed, but, well, I just don’t care :D.
Nice.
I concur and the issue is that supposed “friends” turned their backs on you at a time when you needed them the most thus they are NOT friends !!
Telling you “there are 2 sides to every story” is a nice way of calling you a liar—-screw them !!
After Dday and my divorce, there were a number of people that I thought were close friends (some for decades) who in the end were no friends of mine !! I now have little to nothing to do with them.
I felt the same way and still do to some extent. I’ve never been one to harbor resentment or hate. However, I will be damned if I will go out of my way to make somebody feel comfortable about their bad behavior. Not going to happen.
I used to think I needed him. That I wasn’t good enough on my own. Since being chumped and the divorce, I refinanced the house in my own name with no help from anyone, so I could keep it for my kids, I got a full time job that I love, and now I am in graduate school, (I just started, but “A”s so far!) So I can become a professional at that job I love. So I guess my superpower is discovering that I AM MORE THAN enough, and perfectly capable!
WORD!
Wow. I love that! “I am more than enough!”
Absolutely
My superpower is being able to spot a liar and cheater at a single glance… Also worked on all of the house projects that he never took care of. It’s amazing when you kick the person out who is spending both your money and his how much more you have! It has been 6 years since I kicked him out and I have replaced all of the furniture, linens, all 3 TVs, the washer, the stove, had the crumbling front stairs and brick work redone. Kept my 16 year on car on the road. All while battling him for 3 years in court and dealing with my sick mom who passed away near the end of my court case. Paid off close to 30k off legal fees. I’m now finishing up major construction to turn my dining room into a bedroom for my son (I needed one more bedroom) My contractor’s wife got sick in the middle of the project, so I finished the paint job, sanded the floors, stained and revarnished and assembled the furniture so my son could move in to his room when he came back from the weekend with his father. And still managed to save a bit of money even though I haven’t had a raise in 8 years…..good riddance to bad rubbish!
Time to ask for that raise! You are worth so much more!!!!!
I have friends again *and* have rediscovered the freedom to make plans and have a life of my own— all without fear of the inevitable ‘punishment’ that would come because I had the audacity to want to be my own person!!
Yes! This!
Oh yes. The ‘punishment’ for going out with a friend. Then after a week, I find out I was actually ‘cheating’ on him. Such an asshole.
I work in healthcare and can spot creepers and narcissists a mile away. I no longer tolerate their sexist, creepy comments. I shut that shit down immediately with a bit of sass and humor. A girl must be professional, right?
Carry on & be mighty, my fellow Chumps!! ❤️????????
My superpower is being the Mom I want to be to my son.
I was once blameshifted and gaslighted into believing that Mr. Sparkles trolled the Internet for porn, instant messaging with whores, making up his online profiles, responding to Craigslist ads all because I liked to lay down with my son at bedtime and then trot down the hall to my own bed to read and relax instead of coming downstairs to watch the Walking Dead (you know, great marital bonding material there). Yup… what a fuckwit, right? “You’re baby’ing him… you’re always too tired…” And yet one would think… why don’t I meet my wife in the bedroom with a bottle of wine and some candlelight from time to time… nope, Walking Dead.
SO… now that I’m minus one fuckwit… I still chill with my son at bedtime (only without the guilt trip!) and I get to hear all about his day and the lunchtime conversations he has with his friends… no filter. And you know what, he’s a great kid. Honor student, nice friends, kind to adults, silly, driven, happy.
We sit together at dinner almost every night and its calm and peaceful. We go to movie on a school night at random because the homework is done and we can. We take amazing summer vacations (and no one is complaining halfway through about needing to go home early to “work”).
Mr. Sparkles has 5 biological children and this will be the first one to truly have CHOICES for the life he wants versus being raised to believe he’ll never amount to anything much.
#blessings
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I learned I have a gut instinct and I should carefully listen to it. Who knew, right? It was there all along and I had no idea! I’d always subconsciously equated uncomfortable anxious feelings with hunger pangs, and I often tried to satiate them with food. Now I recognize that just like physical hunger is my body’s way of getting me to address a totally normal need, emotional hunger also needs to be addressed and ‘fed’ in a healthy manner as well. Moreover, I no longer stuff down feelings of emotional indigestion. Ice cream isn’t an effective, long term solution for physical or emotional heartburn. I learned that if something causes my heart to burn, then I should avoid it. And if something truly makes me feel sick, then I should not fear the fact that my gut may in fact vomit it back out. I’ve spent my whole life trying to override a system that I didn’t even realize was in place to keep me safe from offensive substances. Now I am very attuned to my gut and I listen to and respect the feedback it sends to protect me.
Love this! The gut is our emotional brain and you are so right about how important it is to listen to it. Intuition is also something I had to reconnect with and I had to learn to listen to it since all “thinking” was doing was making me feel miserable since my thoughts were so screwed up from manipulation. I ditch a lot of my thinking today and find myself asking how do I feel and checking in there first. Thoughts lie- especially fearful ones- but I haven’t ever caught my gut or intuition misleading me.
Dating: if someone doesn’t want me, boom—I don’t want them. I flip a switch and I am no longer interested. No pick-me-dancing. Not even a little jig. Not kind to me? I’m gone. “Well, I don’t know what I want…” I walk. Quickly. Sure I might be a bit hyper-vigilant from PTSD, but I will take the positive side-effects. Never again will I become involved with a selfish, entitled and/or personality-disordered individual.
This is so healthy. Paying attention to others’ lack of reciprocity is a biggie, and for many of us, who grew up in homes with Narc parents, this feels normal. X was selfish, disengaged, entitled but successful. He charmingly lovebombed me for many years during our early courtship but I had gut moments when red flags were present (life greatly revolved around *his* interests, jobs, hobbies, etc and he liked porn, sometimes better than reality ☹️) but I didn’t realize he was setting me up. David2016, now we have an opportunity for a better life partner!
I have to open by bragging about my Chump mentor, a dear friend who was chumps six years ago by her partner of 29 years. She told me how she felt suicidal; I didn’t criticizen her but now I understand. Her former partner is a 60-something year old teenage boy who was a hoarder and a financial parasite; she is now very happily remarried to a retired Navy SEAL who is a contractor who beautifully remodeled her entire house. He is always flying them places in one of his jets. She often tells me how Teenage Boy did her a huge favor. I thought so when she told me he was cheating but out of respect for her never said so. I am very recently clumped (DDay NOV 2017) and in very intense pain, complicated by having a child and a business with my husband. I am seeing strength and confidence I didn’t know I had, but am still in the grip of terror often. Last week brought me a Super Lawyer woman (she happens to be Chinese; his Craigslist “sole mate” is Chinese….is this karmic?), a crashed car (pulling into the parking lot of the consult appointment my foot slipped off the brake) and a breast lump (in diagnostic process now). I am handling all without him around, probably better BECAUSE he isn’t around and I am NC as much as possible. But I think of where my friend is now every day and I am looking forward to being able to say with full confidence that my husband did me a favor. If you want am dormant fruit tree to bear fruit, you whack the trunk with an ax. Yep.
you are very strong. Keep going!!!
I should also mention that another shit list item on this week’s list is the possibility that my husband whom I met in recovery in 1989 is using/drinking again. Had a refresher conversation with our daughter about relapse and told him I did so. My Al Anon sponsor, who she knows well, is on her phone. She knows what to do and I told her to trust her gut if she feels something isn’t right and call me or my sponsor. I am glad he is being Disneyland dad right now….his scarcity is on the “he is using” symptom list… if he is I am glad she is with me most of the time. And they are actually headed to Disneyland on Sunday. This is VERY painful for me…..we have extensive family history there of what she and I recall as lots of fun. I have to shore up for Sun-Tues. Prayers and advice welcomed…
The typos…..OMG, the typos! Sorry!
To hell with the typos – you are one amazing woman and you WILL get through all this and come out the other side even stronger and happier! We’re all routing for you!
I build furniture. I shop for power tools for MYSELF. I make benches as wedding gifts. Perusing the aisles at Home Depot for stain and paint is my idea of a good time.
LOL – That is me too! I like to go to Re-Store and check out the ‘deals’ on paint, stain, flooring, electrical….
I’ve bought tile at Re-Store and tiled the bathroom at our family homestead. It was my First time and I did a pretty bang up job, if I do say so myself!
My superpower was like so many others mentioned above – having money. I bought a house and have money to pay extra on the mortgage because I plan to have it paid off in 3 years. I have money to fix it up. I have money to go on vacations and a lot of vacations. Asswipe and I only went to pool tournaments ALL THE TIME – now I am going to rock festivals and I can’t even count how many concerts I have been the past 2 years (In fact I’ve got one this Sunday and another next Friday). I’ve met a ton of people from all over the US in which I can ‘visit.’ I go to motorcycle rallies and was able to purchase my first Harley back in October. I exercise daily and look fabulous. I am 48 and I turn heads. I get hit on by ‘kids’ my son’s age. Yep – life is good without a piece of shit by your side.
TGIF!
My superpower?
Freeing myself of his assessment of my worth.
????❤️❤️❤️????. Yes, this!
Like Kintsugi, I learned how to build furniture. My X wouldn’t let me use his tools; said I’d damage them.
After discard, I joined a woodworking studio with 24 hour access and since I couldn’t sleep, I’d go after hours and make stuff. I also learned how to use a laser cutter and with it, I made a set of Chumplady wooden refrigerator magnets that I get to look at every day. They have things etched on them like “Meh” and “Be Mighty”, and I don’t hide them when people visit, because like Popeye, “I yam what I yam.” (I would post a photo, but I have no idea how to do that.)
I am also a super puppy mom! We just celebrated Calvin’s 6 month birthday this month.
Same here… I’d like to post some pictures of what I’ve done
post away! love to see them – as long as it won’t mess with your situation or business of course
Resiliency, for starters. After wading through all the crap that was thrown at me before, during, and after all cheater ex’s cheating, I know damn well I can weather just about anything and come out on the other side sanity intact. The process is not always easy, not always pretty, but I am still here, alive and kicking.
Yesterday was the anniversary of my youngest son’s abduction and murder by cheater ex. I decided to replace the sad memory with the beginnings of some happy ones. My remaining son and my granddaughters spent the day together going out to eat, seeing a movie, and spending some good, happy time together. Spending time with the three people I love most in the world, turned the day into a much better one than it would have been otherwise.
The other thing is that now I can see so much in life to be grateful for. It’s impossible for me to count my blessings and feel sorry for myself at the same time. I am also so grateful to CN and Tracy. While it has been quite a while ago that cheater ex did his thing, it was here at Chumplady.com that I was finally able to make some sense of it all and quit blaming myself. You all have made a huge difference.
I keep coming back to share what I can with the newbies, and to give back in some form, to “pass it along.”
Lastly, like everyone else here who has weathered the storm, so to speak, my bullshit detector has gotten quite finely tuned and there is no further need to keep the disordered around, which is a blessing.
Great big hugs to all of you, Dat, Option, Velvet, Dixie and Kintsugi. Please know that your loving, caring posts have helped so much. I was always afraid that my precious child would be forgotten, that no one but me and my eldest son would remember that David was here. My sweet, goofy David, with eyes the exact color of chocolate, hair the color of dark honey, the sweetest smile ever, a love of pancakes, and animals, a wicked sense of humor, and the biggest, warmest, most loving heart of anyone I ever met. There was not a mean bone in his body. He was a wonderful person. I miss him so much, every day.
Jedi Hugs Tessie, for you all the hugs all the time 🙂
And a big bunch for OptionNoMore, +10000
Hugs to you. You are such an inspiration.
In 1986 my narc father abducted my brother and I after he lost the custody battle with my mother. She finally gained the courage to get us all out of the abusive marriage for good, and his taking her to court for us was his punishment. We were kept in another country for a year, with only few monitored phone calls with my mother. I was twelve years old and my brother was nine. We returned home safely. My mother got us both back after a year of rangling with international law. We were safe, but forever changed by that experience.
I think about what might have happened to my mother if we had not come home, and I read your story. My heart breaks for you. If it’s any consolation, know that your precious son thought only of you in those final days/moments. I know that because I only thought about my mother when I believed that I would never be returned. It was the image of her face that comforted me when I shut my eyes tight. It was sound of her voice in my mind that sustained me. It was thoughts of not wanting her to worry about me that distracted me from my own plight. It was her that I prayed for. In the midst of evil, I felt love because of my mother.
God bless you
I am speechless with awe and humility. Thank you so much for sharing. I do not believe infidelity is comedic subject matter and your story is proof. I told my husband he is lucky that I reached for the phone and books instead of a gun; the pain level of infidelity drives people to take lives all too often. ???? 4 you. ❤️
Tessie … you are my greatest inspiration … just love you.
(((Hugs)))
Your contributions here are huge and I so appreciate your willingness to share and help others through your own experiences. You are a blessing to us and I am grateful for your presence.
I truly believe that this life is not all there is. The hope of a reunion with my son after this life has kept me going for the last 11 years and because of him, I am not afraid of dying or talking about it. My faith helps me to believe what a wonderful journey he must be on and I cannot wait to find out where he has been and what he has been doing since he died in my arms. It must be glorious!
Also, I am sending you great big hugs, Honey. The loss of a child is one tough thing to deal with. It changes you and your life forever. With time, it does get easier to get on with life, but the pain is with you always.
Kintsugi, I couldn’t agree more. As a nurse, and a sensitive, I know my precious boy is fine. I know we are all met by loved ones when we die. I know he is good hands.
I qualified as a professional in my career of choice in 2.5 years rather than the 4 years I’d planned for, despite DDay occurring 4 months into the process. I got two great new jobs in that time too. I fixed my washing machine myself a week after stbxh moved out. And I think I have finally internalized “trust that he sucks”!
Just a few…
1. I no longer look to other people for my value
2. I kicked the shit out of fear and anxiety. Bad crap happens in life and I will be okay.
3. My family and friends rock. I knew it but now that knowledge goes so much deeper. And I am better at cutting people out of my life who wouldn’t put in at least half of what I do into our relationship.
4. I don’t need fuckwit or anyone else like him in my life. I have learned to find joy on my own and with my kids.
5. Boundaries – I am still working on this one but I have come a long way from where I was. I don’t have to “be the better person” when it involves someone mistreating me.
Finally, I am in the midst of moving houses with my 3 kids after living in the same place for 21 years. I am completely exhausted!!! But it feels good to clear out the clutter and am so looking forward to a new place. Ex is then moving back into the home we had shared with his young OW. My new home is bigger and nicer and his will need a new roof, furnace, water heater, garbage disposal, and chimney rebuilt within a couple years. He must have forgot all that when he requested the house. I try not to laugh but it is hard to keep it in.