I completely understand the W/WW thing. Like I said in my post, I was very low at points during the sexless part of my M and I don't know if I could have overcome the trauma and emasculation of an A. It was a real possibility. There was an asshole orbiting my W, a man of "idle rich" means, very much akin to the asshole in Mrs. Walloped's story, a man whose hobby was married women disaffected from their husbands. My wife circled his flame for a minute. Fortunately she caught wind of his crass braggadocio around the country club bar concerning some of his prior conquests (including sharing tawdry lingerie photos of some WW's that he had on his cell phone) and snapped out of her nascent fog. Hence my SI name.
As to turning my M around, my epiphany came when I admitted to myself that I was "phoning it in" to some extent in terms of my engagement with my W. I wasn't giving her all of me, including my attention to her essence.
Let's be real for a moment. A gentle 2x4 from a fellow axeman. Your WW didn't get with that asshole because he could talk to her about Nietzsche. She got with him because he listened to her when she talked about Nietzsche. Or at least he pretended to listen to her and he was convincing enough with that charade that she thought he was listening. We now know that he was a lying asshole who played multiple women, including your WW and his own BOW. Any rational person would see through his bullshit in a flash. How desperately must your WW have wanted somebody to listen to her when she talked about Nietzsche that she fell for his crap? As you mention, she is a sentient, intelligent, social woman. Yet she was desperate enough to become irrational. In her soul, she was thirsty, my friend. I think she still is. You're in a position to slake that thirst, but you won't do it if you keep doing what you're doing. I'm not saying this to excuse her A. That was a fucked up thing to do and she needs to help you heal from that regardless. I'm saying this because I feel in your posts that you are sort of past the A and are at a place where you are wondering if it is possible to make the marriage better. I'm here to tell you this is possible to do, but it takes effort on both sides.
In my case, I literally slaked my W's thirst. First step was to figure out the specific kind of tea my wife loved in the morning. This meant I had to talk to her and listen to her. Perfecting the tea meant experimenting with different mixes of tea leaves and such. Once I got it down, I make her tea every morning, 7 days a week, 365 days a year, and place it on her bedside table to drink when she wakes. Every morning, without fail unless I'm gone on business. I'm constantly working with her to tweak the mix, experimenting with chai spices (some of which I grind myself by hand), etc.
Then I started listening to her on other things, one at a time, learning who she was and what she liked.
Dude, last night I enjoyed most of the things men fantasize about in terms of enjoying a woman. With my wife in actual physical real life (as opposed to Rosie and a Pornhub clip) (and for me the wife in real life is a million times better than Rosie/Pornhub). It was only 2 days after having previously enjoyed the same thing. Just saying.
They say that for R to succeed, both the WW and the BH have to be 100% both-feet-in. This is where the rubber meets the road on that bit. Part of the shit sandwich served to the BH is figuring out how to make the heart open and vulnerable despite the trauma and emasculation of the A.
It only works if you truly love her, knowing all of her flaws, including the fact that she fell for some asshole's line of bullshit and ended up fucking him. You can't fake that kind of love. You either have it, or you don't. You need to look into your heart to figure that bit out first.
Here is a story. When I was single and dating, I stumbled across this smoking hot young woman who agreed to accompany me to hear a band (friends of mine) at a club. During the evening, she explained to me that she was morally opposed to killing animals because it was cruel. She said this as she ate a burger and wore a leather jacket. Complete new-age airhead bimbo. But you know what I did? I smiled and spoke in agreement and understanding, and I concealed my contempt long enough to enjoy some mattress time with her corpus delectable. In a room filled with cats. I'm allergic to cats. Thank goodness for the emergency Sudafed in my pocket, along with the pack of condoms.
Single guys do that. So do guys like the POSOM who troll married women. When a man meets a woman for whom he has true affinity and respect and attraction, that is when he feels like he could marry her, because he won't have to hold his nose and pretend to be okay with a woman who spews vacuous bullshit just for an opportunity to taste the inside of the panties.
I'm assuming that is your wife. In your posts I can hear that you hold her in high regard even still. If a single guy like me can fake it for a week or two with a woman he affirmatively holds in contempt in order to taste the panties, a husband who truly loves his wife can figure out how to restart that "fascinating new thing" feeling he had for her when they were courting. The beginner's mind and all that. Find that place in your heart, the place you inhabited the day you asked her to marry you. When you were in that place, I guarantee she felt you were, among other things, listening to her with intent and interest. Learn to inhabit that place. She will feel it.
[This message edited by Butforthegrace at 9:06 AM, August 7th (Tuesday)]