Safe is hundreds of consistent, considerate actions. After a whole bunch of them, I start to believe them and believe in them.
And I always appreciated my wife communicating often when she was on the road. I thought it was sweet for a time when she did literally dive on to the floor to grab the remote when a TV show was displaying infidelity.
My wife’s reaching out proactively was also great, but rare, as no WS gets excited about initiating a conversation about pain that they caused.
All of that was ‘nice’ but I am in charge of healing me, of getting to a point when I understood infidelity is around all of us 24/7, far more than the songs, books, movies and TV shows as entertainment, it happens to friends and family members as life rolls along. Of course, sometimes a memory will kick in, but for me, now, I just see it as my old trauma brain checking in on me.
SI doesn’t ‘trigger’ me anymore, and there is a LOT of new, hurt people dealing with fresh pain everyday here.
Actually, as I am getting to be an old dude, not much triggers me anymore from any corner of life.
My wife and I do newspaper puzzles everyday, something we started during the pandemic. There is an advice column in the paper, and it often includes ‘the topic’ as it did this morning. She saw the headline and grabbed my hand. Again, it is very nice of her to reach out, but I’m good, because I worked my backside off to focus on the things I can control.
Living in the moment, as turns out, has proven to be far better than dwelling on stuff in the past.
It took a long time, but I got here.
All the safe actions my wife showed me, they do add up. I had to up my game too, to be open to her evolving into her best self and again, me healing me.
Transparency goes both ways now, and fairly automatic from each of us.
Hell, I can’t remember when I last check her phone (at least 7-years ago) or email or whatever.
No one wants to play detective. Although, it doesn’t hurt that I know what my wife’s machinations looked like back in the day. I know what the lies sound like. It ain’t paranoia when bad stuff really happened. I can still ask questions as needed, I just haven’t needed to kick up that dust anymore.
Being open and honest everyday kind of turns the M into something different. It’s a team instead of a competition (that could sound weird to some, but that really was our old M, competing for time and attention and loyalty, or similar things, etc.).
We’re both still imperfect and working at it, and that’s kind of where the joy comes from — the effort to be kinder and calmer partners.
Long story short, it is the old SI song, my wife healed up with her work, I healed up, and we both worked to build the M to where we wanted it.
[This message edited by Oldwounds at 1:46 AM, Wednesday, June 24th]