I've not read "Not Just Friends" (yet) because my husband's infidelity was so impersonal that it was almost anonymous. LOLOL "Not Just Friends" seems to, 'not apply.' Maybe I should read it...
Coco, I get what you are saying. I too have felt, invisible? ignored? diminished? martyred? to Husband's apparently insatiable need for self-actualization. It's like I was married to his level of comfort and security, and he was married to his level of comfort and security. If I wasn't happy with that, I could go fuck myself.
His need for ego kibbles has been so strong as to be overwhelming for both of us. I can say honestly that it has easily caused him more pain than it caused me over the years. It's been like a devil chasing him through his life. That being said, it has certainly taken its pound of flesh out of my ass as well.
I blame FOO issues. I know the FOO and it's not a stretch.
Interestingly enough, his one physical infidelity had nothing whatsoever to do with ego kibbles. The woman wasn't stoking or stroking his ego. She was merely physically available. The point on which that transaction turned was "permission." Husband gave himself "permission" to partake- something I've never done (despite an amazing number of opportunities.) (Dicks falling out of the sky- literally.) (And despite a huge motivation for doing so- if anyone actually needed a dose of ego kibbles in this marriage, it was me.)
Most of Husband's early acting out has subsided. There were a myriad of other inappropriate behaviors as well back in the day, that manifested themselves in a Jekyll/Hyde fashion. We've been talking about this now for months and this concept is finally getting some traction with Husband.
Husband has spent a literal lifetime treating every. single. transgression. as a discreet incident, separate and unrelated to any other incident, with no overarching character issue.
I see it *exactly* as a maturity and character issue, perhaps as deep seated and as intractable as a personality trait. I don't yet know how I feel about that- which is causing no small degree of angst and instability here. Husband wants to see these behaviors as maturity issues, as "mistakes" he's outgrown.
Oh, he 'outgrew' them alright, and transitioned neatly into a mid-adulthood workaholism. Unassailable ego kibbles abound! No suffocating ties to a relationship! My job was to be a very attractive all purpose kitchen appliance- like a toaster who could also vacuum, balance the checkbook, shop for groceries, cook dinner, manage whatever (limited) social connections he deemed appropriate, and also (for a large part of our marriage) bring in a substantial supplemental income.
He came home almost every night, and (as far as I know) kept his dick in his pants- what else did I want? But the overwhelming portion of his emotional and psychological energy was focused on work and the people who occupied that sphere of his life- because that's where the ego kibbles and the self-actualization lived.
There are many, many people in Husband's life who would be surprised to shocked to learn of this, and the other inappropriate, immature behaviors that disrupted our early marriage. To the world at large, Husband is the epitome of responsibility and accountability. To me, he was reliable 90% of the time, and the other 10% of the time was anywhere between terrifying and making me question my sanity.
Midlife became All About Work and we've stayed stuck there for years, decades.
He's servicing, has been servicing, some self-esteem issues at the expense of the marriage and virtually the entire landscape of his life. I've merely been infrastructure- his relationship with me has more resembled that of a teenager with a driver's license and his parents. I swear the man got stuck at that age emotionally and that's where we've stayed, more or less, for the duration of this marriage.
I used to say that I was married to a perpetual 14 year old, which was perplexing to Husband, who gets up and goes to work every day of his life. Well, 14 year old Husband did that as well- for his own benefit. It provided him with spending money and got him out of the house, away from authority figures whose rules and restrictions he found suffocating, put him in an infrastructure where the rules and restrictions made more sense to him, seemed less arbitrary, and bonus round, he got paid for following them!
I feel like I've been trapped in this same dynamic with him for decades. I don't think the rules and restrictions for marriage are arbitrary- keep your hands off of other women, get your ass home before dawn, etc. but in our early years, he seemed to think any "rules" or boundaries at all were an afront to his enfranchisement. =/
Now it's like I'm married to an 21 or 22 year old. College is over, adulthood is finally beginning, stupid hangovers are ridiculous and disruptive, and if he works and works and works he gets ego kibbles and a paycheck!
It really is all about him, and has been for years.
And I'm in the process of parsing out whether I'm OK with this version of Husband and marriage, and if it will ever really change (doubtful.)
Is this the best one can hope for? Maybe. I don't know. He is his own distinct enfranchised person. It's not up to me to dictate what works for him. I decide what works for me, and I stay or go depending on that.
What became apparent early on upon our much belated true DDay, and remains true now, is that an episode of actual physical, sexual infidelity is more than I can absorb. I can absorb, tolerate, process, even ignore one hell of a lot of selfish, self-centered behavior, but at some level, physical/sexual infidelity was and is a deal breaker.
I'm still here, but Marriage #1 is over. I'm deciding if the possibility of Marriage #2 to this person is worth the investment. Truth in advertising- Husband gets to decide that as well.
So far we're deciding it on a day by day, and sometimes minute by minute, basis.
Apparently, Perel and Glass are saying pretty much the same thing: the person less committed to the marriage for whatever reason is the one who cheats.
I feel like the poster child for that concept. If I hadn't had two babies hanging off of me, I'd have probably walked years ago based solely on Husband's sanitized, minimized, Disney-fied narrative of what happened. Narrative Lite, especially couched in the surrounding circumstances of the choices Husband made that landed him in the situation, was enough of a reason to walk. Husband was obviously less married than I was, and his choices and actions screamed that from the rooftops. I have no doubt that he was being the best version of him that he could have been at that time- and I have no doubt that he was less married than me.
Regardless, I had two babies and I stayed. There is no doubt in my mind that it was the right choice for those babies.
Was it the right choice for me? Arguments abound in either direction. To this day I still heavily consider that I missed my exit years ago.
Is Husband a different man now? I don't know. What is the right choice for me now? I don't know.
[This message edited by marriageredux959 at 2:17 PM, May 13th (Monday)]