Thanks DF. I've been reading through your story and I'm really sorry for the tough shit you've been going through. I'd comment more to encourage/advise you, but I really am in a similar place right now time wise (Our DDays are around the same time I think? Last summer?). I really don't have insights to share since I'm still in early stages with this. I'm also afraid that I wouldn't be trying to feel better about myself by "fixing" someone else's problems if I did weigh in much, you know?
1. I don't think what AP said to me was a lie, per say. (I think I am just fine- so long as I can be healthy, hygienic and tidy in my appearance). It's more that he said it not from a place of benign motives, more because he saw he could further the affair with it and get what he wanted (sex) out of it by keeping the attention coming.
2. I liked your formula. I kinda worked that out in my own way- what was "surgically correctable" he could not reasonably expect- my boobs and impending wrinkles are my own! The hair, I gave that to him (with much reluctance) as gift to improve our relationship. I don't really care for highlights- they make my ends split and my hair texture even wonkier (some strands in my natural hair are coarse and curly, some are fine and wavy- I have WEIRD hair). I'm willing to put up with it though since it means so much to him. FYI, I didn't do highlights when we got married... thought he knew what he was getting?
Long story, highlights are tied up with my sister and the abuse I got from her (she always had perfect hair/clothes/highlights and was skinny from anorexia, so of course all the boys wanted HER). I had associated highlights on women as a sign of them being fake bitches who only cared about themselves and were willing to step on those around them to feel better about themselves.
I've since worked out through counseling that highlights are just highlights and that I was the one with the problem, not the women with the highlights. Sigh. Got them again more to prove to myself that I could have highlights and not be the kind of person my sister was in high school. So, since I'm not, and it means so much to him and now doesn't have the emotional baggage it once did (being tied up with my abuser), I'm indifferent to the highlights and only mildly annoyed by the fuss it takes to maintain them. Things you do in marriage.
3. His douchy-ness is his own in regards to physical appearance comments (I mean, who says to their SO that they should stop lifting weights because they're getting too muscular?? WTF!
). My problems, which stemmed from low self esteem and not learning proper self assertion techniques (I either yell and rage or stuff and resent) came when he would first make comments about boob jobs or hair or musculature and not say to him firmly, "That's interesting, but I'm not seeing the necessity of that." I would handle it by either raging at him or going along with it and stuffing my rage that he didn't see me as attractive or enough for him.
His problems stem from insecurities. He wasn't really popular in high school, had braces and acne when we dated my freshman year, and in general wasn't part of the "in" crowd my sisters were (he went to the same school as my sisters- I opted for private school as I had a rotten middle school getting bullied and wanted OUT). Our town is wealthy and full of people with the cash to indulge materialistic interests. The schools are great and his family is close by and really, the woods are lovely around here- it's why we've stayed. There's also several non-shallow good family friends we've made over the years, but on the surface, the town is YUPPIE. Growing up, the only way to keep from being picked on (and I had dog food in my lunches and rulers thrown at me- this is not the usual teasing kids do), was to keep your mouth shut and your clothes brand name. His family could do that on their budget, not so much me and my sisters. He blended in and survived. I got mouthy and got bullied.
Anyhow, I think his whole desire for me to be a beautiful, trendily dressed blonde trophy wife is so he can justify to himself the sacrifices he's made over the years in coming back here. He went to a flashy high school his senior year in London (his dad got a job transfer at Ford), and made friends with a lot of good people. Only, he was exposed to the rich kids and their REAL money, real partying and famous parents. Kinda got a taste for champagne but on a craft brew budget. Either way, he came home from London and went to Boston for school where it was more of the same (REALLY wealthy kids, big cosmopolitan town). He got used to being surrounded by all that flashiness and found coming home to MI a bit dull and perhaps wanted me to be a certain way as a consolation prize in all that?
Also, he's an engineer with some MBA coursework done, but his golden child younger sister has a law degree and a lawyer husband. He's always been competitive and resentful against her for the way his parents EXPECT his assistance (which he readily gives- he's very dedicated son). They do return it with their assistance and gratitude (my in-laws are really good people- I'm upset with myself for all the pain this will bring to them once they get the full story). We have a healthy mutual-aid relationship with them.
His sister however, has their assistance without ever being expected to give any of her time since she is a lawyer and her work hours are so hard and she has to do all she can for her important work. Meanwhile, my husband has the less fancy job because he likes being able to come and go as he pleases to serve the needs of his children and wife.
Basically, my husband is a good man who sacrifices himself for his family, but has a major problem with envy and needing to have himself validated with flashy possessions (enormous fancy house, fancy watches, fancy sports car, fancy WIFE) to make up for his old insecurities and feeling like he was never "enough" himself. If he's not enough, at least he can surround himself with the flashy things in life and thus blend in to this wealthy flashy town we live in and get the social kudos he's always craved. He's felt like an outsider, has always been afraid of standing out (fitting in is very important to him) and also craves the kind of attention the "popular" kids and golden child sister got, but he never had.
I think the highlights are about him wanting me to fit in more with the other highlighted moms at our parish (and in part because he likes blonde women too).
I've got my own issues, but those are his.