I don't think this fits for a majority of cases, but it fits for some cases and it did fit my case.
I was working on my Ph.D. at that time. My H is not really an academic type. We were having some problems and I will admit when he messed up with money, lying to me, borrowing from Peter to pay Paul, etc., and buying a lot of crap behind my back, I got very mad and called him names including stupid idiot. I regret that but of course neither he nor I view that as a "reason" for him to cheat. Still it is a fact that has to be looked at.
I would imagine on the same day, the whore looked up at him like he was God and told him what a brilliant business man he was (because that is how he seemed to anybody who did not live with him and share finances and bills, etc.)
He told me that at that time, he did feel I was too good for him. I remember this eerie moment a couple of months before D-day#1. I had felt up to that point, my H never noticed I was "smart." If the topic came up, he would downplay it and say people are smart in different ways and he was smart too, in different ways. I never disagreed with him on that, but I didn't feel he appreciated my "smarts" all that much either.
But on one particular day, he seemed to notice I was smart. I was studying and working on a statistics assignment on the floor as he noticed and said, "You really get into that stuff. What are you doing with somebody like me?" At the time, I was flattered and assured him that I wanted to be with him. But I thought, wow, he finally noticed I was smart! (after more than ten years of marriage!)
Little did I know where that comment was really coming from.
It turns out the Whore is a high school dropout trailer trash loser, who smokes. Nothing against smokers in general...I have friends that do. But my H hates smoking more than anyone I have ever known. I think the most baffling part of the whole story was that he would get involved with a smoker.
When it was all over, I asked "Why her?" His answer was because she was the bottom of the barrel and that is all he felt he deserved at the time. I always wish I could have recorded that, and sent the recording to her!
In the end, my H was my biggest supporter as I went through the most grueling parts of earning the Ph.D. Now he seems to embrace the fact that I'm smart and it does not bother him.
[This message edited by Bobbi_sue at 6:26 AM, November 27th (Wednesday)]