Opening up on a higher level

I am stepping put on that limb today and adding this page from my personal journal to She Writes To Heal. Why? Because I have written about things after they have happened and my thoughts are clearer then, today it is raw, writing as I think, you can’t get any closer than this to my thoughts.

Today is our anniversary. I am lost and I feel the need today more than ever to know why this happened. I search internet journals, knowing I won’t find his lost journal but hope to understand him more. He said he had a journal he was writing online and someone responded to him, they had a connection because they were both unhappy. He said they emailed each other and talked on the phone.

Why had he not come to me when he was in such a bad place in him life? I want to know what he was going through to cause him to cheat. He must have been in a lot of pain but was he? Was he just selfish? He could have made so many other choices so why this one? I don’t see him suffering by this, why does he not open up to me. Has he not truly gone to the place of acceptance of what he has done.

Am I that unapproachable. Have I shown him in the past that I would be so judgmental to him that he won’t open up? Or is he just going through life alone, giving only as little as necessary. I wish I could shut off my mind for the day and enjoy him. But I can’t help thinking he can’t, won’t or doesn’t know how to be in a personal relationship. What is he afraid of?

I feel he needs to go to counseling more than I. I know right from wrong when it come to marriage and commitment to one person. I have shared more of myself to him than he has to me. Are guys really not deep, feeling human beings. I know he has feelings, I have seen them in him for other people. His tender side, his compassion to strangers is more obvious than his feeling towards me. I need him to show me his inner most personal self.

In counseling yesterday we talked about talking to other the way we want to be talked to and treating others the way we want to be treated. I have always treated him with love and I once told him if I treated him the way he treated me, he wouldn't like me. If I stop sharing myself with him and thought only of myself, how far would we drift apart? I can't beg him to share himself with me and I can't keep trying to repair the damage alone. I feel I must let go of things and see what happens.