Fight or Flight: One Woman’s Story of Betrayal

This story was initially posted on ICN (Infidelity Counseling Network: A highly valuable call-in service for those affected by infidelity. It’s a story of fight or flight and bears repeating. This woman experienced a rush of many emotions when she finds out her husband cheated on her – with several partners. She also went into PI (private investigator) mode. Did any of it serve her? Did she choose to fight, or take flight? Her words may sound familiar. There is much to be learned here.

Fight or Flight

Six years and one week ago, I overheard my husband on his cell phone. He was speaking to a woman. It was Tuesday.

I could feel and hear the blood pulsing through my neck. It was the sound of intense fear.

I thought to myself, this is it, I was right, that nagging thought for a while that there was someone else was true, I was not crazy.

When he had hung up, I went into his office, asking angrily who that was. He had some crazy answer, and I knew in that moment that despite how smart he was, at this, I was smarter than him. I knew I would find out, and SOON. I maintained my outward cool while inside was a total fight or flight response. I decided to gather information before a flight.

The next morning while he was showering for work, I quietly turned on his cell phone to check the call history. It had been cleared.

As soon as I’d gotten the kids off to school, I found some old cell phone records with a number that kept reappearing–a partial story. It took me four hours that morning to register our phone bill online, download the call history, Google some of the repeating numbers, and identify the owner of the most frequently called number. So I called it, and she said I had the wrong number. At lunchtime, I called again and got her voicemail. Bingo. Her full name was on the outgoing message. Now I had the information I needed … but I still did not know if I was ready for a “fight” or for my flight.

I wanted then and there to throw him out, but we had kids. I did not want to divorce their father. We were a family. So there was to be no flight – at least not yet.

I waited till Saturday. That very morning his affair partner had left him a cell phone message and I had listened to it. She was trying to be calm while things were tense, but she loved him and would wait until they could be together. I told him then that I knew about her, and he confessed, saying it was just a few times, it did not mean anything to him. But I had proof of months of calls and her declaration of love. I asked where they had sex; he gave me hotel names. I insisted he end it immediately, and even suggested how he could do it to keep her husband protected. I thought myself a better person for my compassion.

We went to couples counseling and I kept saying I believed there were many women for many years. He denied it all. I insisted on full transparency. It never came. Now there was no fight … he simply would not talk about it.

By now, poring over cell records and hotel bills, I was getting to be a first-class Private Investigator which was making me crazy. I had been in fight-or-flight mode for over 5 weeks, anxious and barely eating or sleeping. I was paying with my mental health.

After a while, I began to feel I had lived a lie. Every family event and holiday over the past 6-7 years was marred by the knowledge that he’d called various women on all those dates. Nothing felt sacred anymore. The betrayal I felt was boundless. Every special moment was spoiled. I saw myself as damaged, duped, betrayed, angry and resentful.

I focused on his choices, and all the times he could have chosen another path but did not. I focused self-righteously on all the good I had done for others when our marriage was disappointing.

This constant feeling of fight-or-flight made me lose my compassion and objectivity. I become a person who tried to survive day by day. I was unaccustomed to being this self-centered, angry, suspicious, jealous, snooping, distrustful person, and I did not like this new me. I knew I had to find a way to the other side, to thrive again.

For two years I was a wreck, later telling people that I’d had a nervous breakdown. At his request, I told no one other than paid professionals. I isolated myself socially, did only what I had to do and avoided people and places that would trigger what I deemed my PTSD. Since I knew many of his affair partners and had to drive by many of the hotels in my daily rounds of work and kids, it was hard to avoid it all. I made myself crazier by compulsive snooping, and it never helped me a bit, never made me feel safer, never made the situation better, and just perpetuated a cycle of craziness for me.

 Above all, I wanted to talk to other women who had been through this but found none. If I had to do it all over again, I would have told a select few people because not having the support was so tough for me. Later, we separated, and I told a lot of people. They all judged him harshly. I learned that once you give someone your story, you can never un-tell them … so be careful about whom you chose to hold your intimate history. I should have told only people whom I was sure would be there for me and not judge him. Everyone has an opinion about she/he would do in this situation, but until I had been there, I realized there is no black and white answer … only lots and lots of gray.

Six years and one week later, I am stronger and wiser. Perhaps I am not the same trusting person, but the new me is one I finally like and which took years to accomplish. I felt so bad about myself for so long; if I’d been kinder to myself if I’d been able to release myself from that intense fight-or-flight mode, my recovery might have been faster. But I accept now that I did what I felt I had to do. Now I am a good, kind, compassionate, and wiser person. I wish I could add “trusting” to that list, but that is still a work in progress.


By Liz for ICN (Infidelity Counseling Network)

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