It has been 3 years and I still cant do the things that I used to. My house was always so clean, I cooked, I did grocery shopping, bought all his clothes, made all of his appointments, and paid the Bill's I was the wife and mother that baked all the goodies, I never missed a activity for my children I decorated lavishly for each holiday and I worked 40 hours a week. I guess it was part of my being a good wife and mother. My kids are grown now and have left the nest. I hardly ever cook anymore, and only out of necessity do I clean I hate it. I no longer shop (thank God for Amazon) decorating only brings me sadness. It seems that my whole identity was destroyed by his affair. None of it mattered. I still have work so I just concentrate on getting up everyday to go to work. Maybe one day I will be myself again.
I’m over 4 years out and feel much the same. I was always doing projects on my house. I was a serious DIY guy. Now it takes so much effort for me to do even the smallest things. I used to get up on Saturday and Sunday mornings and work all day on projects. I really enjoyed it. I think it’s because I have a corporate job, and mostly talk for a living. Fixing up my homes over the years was my hobby. I don’t hunt, I don’t fish, not much into sports. That was my thing. I used to be so outgoing, I’m not any longer. I used to really enjoy going to social functions. Both personal and business related. I travel weekly for my job, and find the entire day that I just want to go to my hotel room. When I’m home, I have no desire to go anywhere. I would rather just stay at home. I do a good job of hiding it, or putting my mask on. But on the inside I would rather to never leave the house.
Male BS, D-day July 2015, trying to stay out of the dark.....