I didn't dream for a long time (months after D-day), but lately I've been having dreams with people in them that have never been in my dreams.
Major setback tonight. At almost 1AM, I left my house and checked into a hotel. Something hit me square in the head tonight that I'd been in denial about for a while. I remember months ago, my brother telling me one of the reasons he and his wife could not repair their marriage after his two affairs was because, in the end, they realized they were two very different people. My brother is very outgoing and social, whereas my ex-sister-in-law is a very private person; they couldn't reconcile that.
Tonight we were invited to a party at a neighbor's house; we knew a few people, but there were many people we did not know. To make it worse, my ex-psychiatrist (who I resent for many reasons, and my therapist no longer refers any of his patients to this guy based on how he treated me 8 1/2 years ago when my major depressive episode started. He was condescending and patronizing, so thankfully I found a new psychiatrist. But 2 1/2 years ago, when we downsized to a condo, we found out five months later he lives in the same building as some new friends of ours that we hit it off with. So I've been to a few parties when he's been there, and it's been really uncomfortable. I told my friend to please let me know if he was included in invitations that we received from her so I could make an educated decision on whether to RSVP yes or no, depending on where I was at. Since this party was larger (20+ people), I decided to say yes. I kept telling myself not to give him the power of directing my social life. But from the get-go, I just felt uncomfortable with him there, and avoided any area he was hanging out at, which left me to one area of people that sort of moved in and out, but I didn't really know them. No problem for me, because I can strike up a conversation with new people fairly easily. But, as in most parties we've attended in the past that didn't involve work people, H exchanged a few words with a couple of people, but spent most of the time in his chair, not engaging with others. Every time I looked at him, he just looked incredibly bored. He was the only male present that didn't seem to care about making small talk with anyone.
He knows (has known since his 45-day rehab last fall) that he has a problem connecting with others (duh, sex addicts have an intimacy disorder) - he doesn't like, nor know how to do small talk. So I'm always left being the engaging one of the couple. He has said at least a dozen times since last fall that he realizes he struggles in this area, and keeps saying he's going to work on it. I really thought tonight would be a great opportunity. We haven't been to any social gatherings (other than my brother's funeral two months ago) lately because we're constantly going to 12-step meetings/support groups/appointments. But this one worked out.
So when we got home, I told him how frustrating it is when he tells me he's going to work on this, and is given an opportunity, and doesn't. And he accused me of being unfair, that he's really trying. Well, since February/March, since he joined a men's group, and started attending SAA, he has rarely (maybe 3-4 times) reached out to people in his group via phone. I think he's had dinner with his sponsor once, but no phone calls... ever. I got mad when he told me I was being unfair, so he went to bed, and eventually two-hours later, I had come to the conclusion that he was absolutely right, I am being unfair. Just like my ex-sister-in-law, he is a very private person, and it is unfair of me to ask him to change. I, on the other hand, thrive on intimate connection with others, but most importantly, need to feel like I belong to a community of people, whether it's my neighborhood, a church, volunteer group, etc. We have no family where we live, and over the years, I've developed my own sense of community with other ladies, but as a couple, I feel like we struggle, and I realized tonight it's because he is reluctant to participate in these kinds of activities.
So as I was throwing things into my bag to leave for a hotel (so I could have space to think things out), I told him he was right about my not being fair, and that he is a very private person, and it is unfair for me to ask him to change. I told him over time, I've come to resent that I'm always the one to hold up the conversation at gatherings so that we'd keep getting invited back. I was hoping tonight that I'd at least see a small attempt, and I did not, and I realized finally this is who he is, and for me to ask him to change is not fair.
As I was collecting some things to leave, he woke up and begged me not to leave; I told him I needed some time to think alone and explained what I now realized. I told him I need a sense of community, that because we had no family around, I often times felt very isolated when it came to us as a couple. I told him he'd been telling me for six months now that he knew he struggled in this area and was going to work on it. But again, he never participates in any fellowship before or after his SAA meetings (always has an excuse); he's reached out via text twice to men in his men's group, and had a phone call or two with someone he met at his rehab facility. I can't be his only source of connection; if I'm going to feel alone, it's going to be of my own making, and not because he is a private person and hates making small talk in attempts to connect with people. I told him I'd resent him for the rest of our lives if we continue to live this way and neither one of us wants that.
Funny thing is, when he used to drink, he was Mr. Social; would talk to anyone about anything... filter was gone. But when he's sober, he can't do it. Honestly, living with him for the rest of our lives, finally realizing this is who he is, is a daunting thought. If we split up and I end up being alone, at least it won't be for a lack of trying.
I'm just so tired of all the pain and disappointment... running into the psychiatrist pisses me off royally, driving by triggers in and around our community is still so painful, and I'm tired, tired, tired of living in pain. I've become such a Debbie Downer and I honestly asked myself tonight if I can really ever change. Am I always going to look at the rest of my life through the lens of a victim? If so, I'll always resent him. I'm a glass half empty sort of person, and I don't like it.