Marriage Redux wrote:
Husband and I, are still parsing out how much of it was about sex.
RIO wrote:
Honestly, and I might get a smack for this, but I think it's pretty safe to make two "in general" assumptions when you're dealing with a lying WS who's motives you're trying to discern. If a male WS tells you "It was about sex", my general thought is "believe him".
I should step in here and say that, in Husband's defense (it feels odd to say that, but it's true, genuine and fair) he never said it was about anything but sexual arousal, and given the circumstances (a nearly anonymous encounter) I don't know how it could be about anything else.
When I say, "How much of it was about sex," the alternatives do not include love, friendship, relationship, etc.
We've been parsing out how much of it was about personal agency, going Single Man Mode on a trip out of town, impulsiveness, immaturity, curiosity, opportunity, etc.
Of course, while those things may help explain what happened, none of those things excuse what happened. We aren't exploring these concepts as a way of minimizing or excusing, but as a way of understanding.
In particular, it is a way of understanding that has the capacity to help me feel safe in the here and now.
There is something irrevocable and reality altering about realizing that your partner gave himself/herself permission to cross that line, even once, even years ago.
Even though it may have happened years ago, in a different time, in a different place, in different circumstances- it happened. One of you cheated, and quite likely, the other of you did not.
I do give Esther Perel credit for this observation, and I think it applies here, for us: in any bonded relationship between two people, one person is likely more concerned about abandonment, and the other person is likely more concerned about losing autonomy.
Perel posits that the person who is most concerned with maintaining autonomy is the partner most likely to cheat.
This is us.
To this day I deal (mostly on my own, between my own two ears) with abandonment issues, because I have very real and deep early trauma in that area. I suppose I will always deal with abandonment issues because my past will never unmake itself. BUT- I have an overarching understanding of what those issues are, and why, and I cope with them pretty well. I'm not a particularly clingy person by nature and I am not Velcro'd to my husband nor to anyone else. (I'd personally find that extremely claustrophobic.)
Thus no one, and I mean NO ONE, was and is more surprised at the depth and strength and persistence of my reaction to Husband's one indiscretion than me. Evidently my husband, my veritable rock, having a moment of clay feet, was a direct and grievous hit to my abandonment issues.
Husband's FOO is notoriously controlling, and I believe as a result, Husband clings mightily to autonomy, sometimes to idealistically unrealistic degrees.
Per above, I am not a clingy person- I need my own space- and for reasons I haven't fully explored, the very act of clinging doesn't help my abandonment issues. I actually cope better while standing apart, on my own two feet. I guess that kind of makes sense: what is the antidote to neediness? to a fear of being abandoned? For me, it's feeling confident, competent, independent and autonomous in my own right.
Ergo I had and have a lot of empathy for Husband's need for autonomy, to the point where I often tolerated it to a ridiculous degree. It caused stress at the extremes but I dealt with it by not trying to change him.
So Husband got very comfortable with demanding and receiving a good deal of autonomy and latitude and freedom to move through the world bound to his own sense of decorum and decency without a lot of parameters and boundaries from me. I didn't like some of it, and I did feel like my boundaries were being pushed and tested, and that felt disrespectful to me, and I communicated that- but a) it didn't change anything, and b) ultimately it wasn't about me at all. I understood that at a gut level so I learned to pick my battles.
But all of Husband's at times colorful autonomy hinged on one pretense: NO CHEATING. I am trusting you, and your at times questionable work hours and very, very, very late nights (well into the wee hours of the morning) out with friends and your sense that you make your own rules- don't give me a reason to question you!
Ergo it came as an extra packed punch when I realized that, as just about anyone could have predicted, years later Husband had to admit that he'd demanded enough rope to hang himself.
You just don't keep testing the boundaries without finding them eventually. =(
Part of what wrecked my train and made me madder than hell was realizing that, even after this indiscretion had occurred, Husband kept on insisting on my blind trust and his unfettered autonomy. He kept right on keeping on with the "I DID IT, MY WAY!" theme, even though he had quite clearly busted the trust on which he was heavily leaning to justify hours and behaviors that most married people would consider at least questionable, if not suspicious.
His logic is that he stepped over that line once, he hated himself for it, and there was even less chance of anything like that happening again, because he hated himself for doing it once. Whether he was out with friends until 8pm or until 4am the following morning, the outcome would be the same: no additional cheating.
It was an incredibly myopic, stubborn, selfish and in many ways naive position to take.
Now even he is amazed at his own hubris and immaturity, and he fully realizes and understands that he created further stress and doubt for me, even now, and added insult to injury.
I don't believe he ever cheated again (and I get the logic, it's just as easy to cheat at 9pm as it is to cheat at 2am) but I am now doubly outraged that he had the hubris and chutzpah to put me through the stress of lying awake, staring into the dark at 2am, 3am, 4am, OH LOOK! IS THAT DAYLIGHT? wondering where in the hell he was and when he'd come home this time, AFTER he knew damned good and well that he'd busted the trust! ARRRRGH. If I'd busted the trust and if I gave a shit about my marriage, nobody would have to draw me a damned picture about why continuing to test my spouse's trust and tolerance by staying out all damned night or working late for evenings on end (especially in one particular environment in which work shenanigans were rife and out in the open) was not the best idea.
In his mind, if he wasn't cheating, then that was it- he was holding up his end of the bargain, and he owed me no more.
Now, too late to do anything about it, the past cannot be changed, he has to deal with the fact that yes, he did blatantly cheat one time, and yes, he conducted himself in a manner and insisted on a degree of autonomy (for largely questionable reward on that investment, really, what did he get out of any of it? those friends and that job are long gone) that puts big chunks of his life and time into dubious territory, completely unnecessarily.
It's not a good look, even though I am as certain as any mortal woman can be that his infidelity was a one and done.
And he did this to himself.
So that's what I mean when I say that we are parsing out how much of this was actually sexually motivated, vs. how much of it was Husband following a misguided sense of himself around through his early years.