Okay, here’s my blog post about dealing with infidelity, based on my own messy experience:
So, things went sideways. Like, really sideways. Found out about the affair… and yeah, it sucked. Big time. First thing I did? Cried. A lot. Curled up in bed, ugly cried, the whole nine yards. Let it all out. Don’t hold that stuff in, seriously. It’s like a pressure cooker.
After the initial meltdown (which, let’s be honest, lasted a while), I forced myself to get out of bed. Couldn’t stay there forever, right? Stared at myself in the mirror. Looked like hell. That’s when I started thinking, “Okay, what now?”
Figuring Out the Next Steps (Baby Steps, Really)
- Talked to someone. Not my partner, obviously. Called my best friend, and just… unloaded. Needed someone who wasn’t in the middle of it all to listen.
- Tried (and failed) to eat something. Stomach was in knots, but I knew I needed fuel. Managed a few bites of toast. Progress?
- Avoided social media. Seriously, the last thing I needed was to see happy couples or cryptic posts. Just. No. Stayed offline.
- made myself a cup of tea to make things seems better
Then came the hard part: deciding what I wanted. Was this salvageable? Did I even want to salvage it? That took a lot of soul-searching. A lot of long walks, staring at the ceiling, and journaling. My journal entries from that time are… intense. But it helped to get the thoughts out of my head.
I started to see little glimmers of, I hate the word’power’, but that is, I felt I was the one to deside on my furture. Even though I still felt like crap most of the time. Went to a therapist. Best decision ever. Having a neutral person to talk to, someone who could help me sort through the mess, was invaluable.
Eventually, I made a decision. It wasn’t easy, and it definitely wasn’t quick. But I got there. And that’s the thing: there’s no magic formula. It’s a messy, painful process. But you can get through it. You just have to take it one step at a time, one ugly cry at a time, and figure out what you need to heal.
It’s been a long road, and I’m still on it. But I’m stronger now. And I know what I deserve. And that, my friends, is a pretty damn good feeling, even on the bad days.
