So H and I have always considered me sort of a closet, mostly non-practicing sociopath. But recently I made it official! Because with total disregard for the consequences, I decided to have an affair. Ended up being two.
I've read several threads here, and posted a little, and hope you will indulge me in telling my story. And weighing in with your Wayward experiences and perspectives, which I have come to value.
This whole thing will come out in a few posts, in part because I have my little boy's baseball game to get to. Yep, Mom of the Year, right here!
Key characteristics of a sociopath include:
(1) having no conscience
(2) inability to treat others as human beings, with feelings and rights
(3) inability to learn from experience, from life. One result of this last is gross immaturity, though it may be hidden unless one knows the person well. A sociopath behaves as if he/she were the only person in the whole world and as if everyone else just existed for their benefit and had no existence in their own right.
(4) Sociopaths treat other people as toys and hanker after the power to control and hurt their "nearest and dearest."
(5) Many are monumentally self-important: They may pretend to be millionaires, when in reality they are sliding towards financial disaster.
(6) Habitual dishonesty.
#4 is the only one that IMO doesn't fit me pretty perfectly. #5, half-applies, because I definitely tend to embellish. My BH may weigh in...he knows I am posting here.
Like many recently-outed WS's, I am chock full of justifications and excuses. That's waned in recent days, thanks to long talks with BH and reading on SI.
Maybe in another post I'll explain what my username means, but clearly I felt very wronged. Unwanted, unappreciated, feeling I was owed an affair!
My sociopathy most likely results from being molested as a little girl. Pretty sure that experience left me emotionally stunted. One day, at about age 7 I think, I stood up to that pedophile POS and said "No more." I suppressed the memory from that time until age 18. You hear about that sort of thing, repressed memories, and think--that is BS, right? Honestly when I was 17 I'm sure I said as much! But yeah, that's for real.
So yep, self-esteem in the tank, I signed up on Ashley Madison. And instantly felt like a celebrity! It was a heady thing, being pursued by all those men. Especially when my perception was that my husband didn't really want or appreciate me anymore. I am 41, but damn it, I am hot, and if BH doesn't notice, someone else will!
So I had a few lunch dates and ultimately narrowed the field to two. One local and one overseas, who was in town on business briefly. Overseas guy: we met, kissed, and began regular correspondence. Local guy is a big-shot business owner, and he was all kinds of into me. I was the smartest, wittiest person, and the sexiest woman he had ever met. He quickly fell in love with me, which even I thought was
at the time, and disapproved of. I definitely went into this never intending to leave BH or my family. How magnanimous of me, right?
But, whatever, local guy was attractive to me because he rich, brilliant, and ego-boosting.
After a few lunches we met to do the deed! Only Mr. Bigshot lost his erection during foreplay. I excused it.
Next hook-up attempt: same result. The next day he claimed to have a DDay and broke it off, and I was glad that I didn't have to "hurt his feelings" by breaking it off myself.
Fortunately for me, Plan B presented itself. Overseas was returning for a visit, and plans were made. Before he arrived, I started having a crisis of conscience. Of course, I only realize this in retrospect! At the time I was deeply deluded and justifying my plan, disparaging and blaming my husband, etc.
Details of that rendezvous will have to wait. Children to feed.
Even after DD, I still clung to my justification. Which DH enabled by accepting a lot of responsibility in the immediate aftermath. But I'm not going to speak for him; maybe he will share his perspective.
BH is so amazing and I do not deserve him. Forgot that for awhile. Sorry. Sorry is not something I've said often (see 1 and 2 above) in our M. And not often enough in the last few weeks.
We are still in the very early days of, I think and hope, R. We've definitely been through hysterical bonding (which was HOT!), but I'm not sure he's gotten truly angry yet.
Some details have continued to trickle out, but part of my posting here is an effort at total honesty and contrition.
Thank you everyone for sharing your stories on SI. More later.
(Edited to remove details which may identify me to the OBS, in case she stumbles upon this site.)
[This message edited by 20WrongsVs1 at 3:05 PM, June 4th (Tuesday)]