I’ve been thinking about manipulation, thanks to the internet strangers who have recently commented on how manipulative my thread seems. I’ve felt my hackles flare up in response to these “accusations” and I wonder why that is. It’s my reaction to these comments that makes me think it’s something that begs my attention. I have a mess of thoughts swirling in my head about this that I’m sure are flawed (I know) in some way.
I guess a good place to start is taking accountability for the ways I have been manipulative in the past (beyond the straight up lies and deception during and after my affair). When my BS and I fought in the past, I would get defensive and not want to hold myself accountable for things I said or did that inadvertently hurt my BS – I stuck to my guns and only after a lot of explaining by my BS about why he was hurt would I apologize. And even then, my apologies were shallow. “I’m sorry, but I didn’t mean to hurt you.” If our conflicts escalated farther, I would eventually boil over in frustration and shut everything down by saying things like, “I know, I hate myself too.” This absolutely made everything about me. It was immature, selfish, and manipulative. I never took the time to understand why I did this – worse, I blamed my BS for not giving me a break and realizing I had no ill will towards him. I wish I had long ago been in IC to understand my issues (for sooo many reasons), but here we are.
I am sort of aware of the ways in which I’ve been manipulative on this site. For starters – the only reason I posted was to prove to my BS I would do anything for him, including one of the hardest things I could imagine doing – putting my demons out there in the world. When I posted the gory details of my affair, I also did that for my BS. He had asked me to do it because I think he wanted some validation regarding how slutty I behaved during my affair. I thought 2 things: 1) Again, it would prove my willingness to do anything, and 2) I was hoping for some validation in the degree of honesty with which I documented the horrific shit I did. I thought there was a chance people would say things like, “I wish I had gotten something like this from my WS.” I also had this belief that ALL affairs include disgraceful behavior (slutty or whatever you want to call it), and I was also hoping to hear how typical it is for people to behave in such abhorrent ways in affairs – to make myself look less bad to my BS and for me to feel less bad about my disgusting behavior. That was manipulative. And after posting, I actually told my BS about this, but in vague terms. I said that I had concerns about my reasons for posting – that it didn’t feel like I did it for the right reasons, like I was looking to be validated for my honesty. He said he could see that and told me I should remove the details if I regretted posting them.
I think perhaps the main reason I appear so manipulative is this sense that by not posting more about all the ways I’ve fucked up, it’s lying by omission to make myself look better. I can see that. In some ways I’ve been conscious of this, and in some ways not. I’ve actually gone to the extent of justifying in my head why I choose NOT to share something negative, like for example, sending an inappropriate text to our favorite babysitter (who for the sake of context is about my age). My thought process went something like this….I know I fucked up. I fucked up real big at a time when I shouldn’t be fucking up like this. I feel really fucking awful about it because it hurt my BS, and because I’m in a position of power and texting “Holy shit how beautiful. The ocean looks nice too” in response to a picture she sent to me, likely put her in an uncomfortable position.
It was inappropriate. I feel really bad about it. I have had multiple conversations with my BS and IC about this. I did it to make her feel good, which made me feel good. I was seeking her approval. Why? Because I really like her as a person, and she owns something I want to own – enough self-worth that she doesn’t need anyone’s approval. So I feel like I’ve kinda pieced all this together. What would I have gained by posting this story? I think it would have been solely to self-flagellate. To show my BS that I’m ashamed enough to crave harsh words from internet strangers. I come here to process things that I’m either trying to understand or trying to improve. I felt like I understood what I had done in this case and chose not to post about it.
The crush on my BS’s best friend – I don’t fully understand this yet, so my reasoning to post things for the sake of reflection, enlightenment, or whatever, would have me post about this. So, I do think I made an exception not to post because this is extremely embarrassing for me and I carry a lot of shame about it. Perhaps this is manipulative, but there’s still a part of me that wonders why choosing not to share things with the interwebs (that I’m sharing openly with my BS) is manipulative. I also don’t want random internet strangers to “pick sides” or pit us against each other, and sometimes I worry that posting about very specific incidents has the potential to do that. In the last couple of weeks, I’ve purposefully tried to keep what I write about more general because of that.
But, I’ll speak about this “crush” because perhaps doing so would provide helpful insight beyond what I’m capable of on my own or with my IC. Have you ever felt something that you didn’t want to feel or had thoughts that you didn’t want to think? That’s how I feel about this “crush.” My BS asked me several weeks ago what the scariest question he could ask me was. I had a hard time answering (fear and avoidance), but eventually landed on, “Do you think about having sex with other people?” He asked me who, and again I waffled but finally owned up to the fact I had thought about having sex with his BF. This is fucking alarming for my BS AND for me. WHY?! Why have I fantasized about sex with his BF? The thing is – the fantasies aren’t really about his BF, they’re about ME. I am the center of these fucked up fantasies (which have happened occasionally – not long term over the course of their 10-year friendship); he is in the background, barely visible. I get to be this hot, desirable woman in them – to feel my value in one of the only ways I’ve always felt it – through my sexuality. IT’S FUCKED UP. I know it is.
For more context, my BS’s best friend married someone who I condescendingly believe might not be the best match for him. I have no business even thinking this – who am I to decide who’s good for him?! And yet, I have those thoughts – thoughts that he could do better – and low and behold my egomaniac self thinks I am better, that I could rescue him from a situation in which he needs absolutely no rescuing whatsoever. I don’t actually want to have sex with him. If I try to really imagine it, it repulses me. It comes back to all those things I felt as a 23-year-old – wanting to feel special, better than my peers. I fucking hate that I have these wayward thoughts! For some reason I feel the need to point out I do have firm boundaries with men – I don’t flirt with the friend, have never spent alone time with him, don’t even want to. So, hammer away. I know it’s fucked up. I hate that I’ve had these thoughts. I don’t want to have them. Kinda like how CBM wants to actually have sex with another woman but wishes he didn’t.
Anyhow, I’m going to stop here for now. I have a lot of thinking left to do on this, but I do appreciate those who have brought it to my attention.
[This message edited by Flawed at 11:45 AM, March 15th (Friday)]