Author: Effie

Betrayal trauma — so it has a name

Learned a new phrase today: “Betrayal trauma.” I’ve been looking for a handle that describes how I feel, and this one is it. Calling what I’m going through “PTSD” doesn’t seem right. It feels wrong to use a term that applies to suffering veterans. “Betrayal trauma” is more precise to just what I’ve gone through since his affair. I’m kind of… Read more →

Has anything really changed since his affair?

I was listening to another YouTube video this morning about “emotional affairs” and how to actively work toward recovering trust. The most interesting part to me was the observation that it’s extremely difficult to pull off if BOTH people aren’t working toward it. My husband isn’t doing anything really to restore trust, although he is being generally very nice. And… Read more →

What I tell my daughter

I had a childhood with a lot of tension (as many people do), and there’s a family history of stressed-out women dealing with difficult life circumstances. So I don’t know if it’s nature or nurture, (or both), but I have gone to counselors, therapists, psychologists, or psychiatrists at all the major stress points in my life. I’m not ashamed of… Read more →

Am I doomed to not having sex?

At *least* since early July (and probably for a month or so earlier), I’ve been telling my husband that I’m in a better place emotionally and physically, and I would love for us to start sleeping together again. It used to be that he was like a hungry dog on a chain, always straining toward me. But these days? Not… Read more →

Triggers, triggers everywhere

Know what triggers are? They are things that remind you of something traumatic in your past, bringing up those same feelings of pain, horror and/or anger. I think I actually have more triggers than this related to my husband’s affair. These are the ones I thought of today. Museums (she works at one) Sexting (they did a lot of that)… Read more →

Hidden anger still burns

You know how, when someone is angry with you, that other person clips his words, keeps eye contact to the bare minimum, keeps his face expressionless or grim, and lets every conversational attempt die? Yeah. That’s how my husband has been tonight. I asked a couple of times if he was angry that we had had a tearful conversation at… Read more →