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It doesn't seem like anyone here has confirmed what you have been feeling but I will and do. The scars left do have an impact if merely that they haunt us with reminders of the damage done. It reminds me of a Nip Tuck episode plot line where they drug you and steal your kidney. You wake up in excruciating pain not knowing what happened but feeling part of you is gone yet you don't know how or why. In this case its an emotional part of you that has been torn out. It seems like it can never be replaced.
I also think about it like waves or cycles. Before the emotional trauma of her adultery, my low cycles had never been that far down. Now that I have spent time wallowing in a black, cold pit of adultery, its much easier to end up down there again like the path to that hole is without obstacles. Like a marble spinning around a funnel and gravity has no escape.
Since my FWW's adultery we rode the roller coaster of recovery back up through short lived hysterical bonding, to both being very happy about "surviving" and "making it" while watching our peers continue to lose their marriages, to daily routine setting in again that saps your creativity and spark. Could be middle age, could be dreams not coming true, the economy, etc.
But I also want to give you hope because as I examine the cause of feeling hopeless and depressed the more I find it directly related to the MBers Love Bank concept.
The causes of mine are very clear. My spouse has always said we are "too busy" for 15 hours of UA

) so we don�t meet my EN of quality time together. Add to that I don�t feel safe talking honestly about my broken heart. The other day I said to her �Since the adultery I feel like my heart is a million pieces being held together with band-aids.� Her callous response was something about me continuing to throw the adultery in her face and how I need to go to counseling to get over it. Just another kick in the un-healed stitches. Her DJ�s are incredible.
Add a couple of severe unwarranted AO�s from her and my balance is less than zero so the depression sets in. That starts the dominoes tumbling on sexual desire so there goes the top EN for me. And then a woman at work got too close to me and POW, I feel my heart soar just brushing her arm, yearning for more of her minor deposits, thinking of trivial reasons to call her outside of work and silently screaming inside how much I need someone to care for me... Which I guess my wife is too busy for.