I look at the posters who did everything and were "perfect spouses" with a measure of both jealousy and also, if I'm honest, skepticism.
I was not a perfect spouse, nor was our marriage perfect. I knew we had issues. We were arguing a lot, those arguments would get heated. At one point, our daughter stated, "Ugh, you are arguing again?" We would sit down and talk and share our issues. I would listen and there were things I took a lot of issue with and same on his side.
The thing is, I would give in. I would take one for the team. Then, we were back to good again for awhile. We would go on amazing vacations and dates and have friends over and dote on our kids, and then BAM, he would get mad about something, again.
Not only was I feeling not heard, but I was being given very little attention in bed. I explained to him all of my issues, what I needed, where my brain was at, the struggles I was having. He would take it all personally, when what I needed from him the most was to help me figure out what the hell was wrong with me. He abandoned me, so I abandoned him for lovemaking.
We were in a vicious, never ending circle. Sure, I could have made other choices like force MC or something, but we would talk and I would think that he finally understood. I remember with perfect clarity, several times after our talks, that I would be in the shower and say to myself, "Today is a new day, we are going to be good from here on out. I will do everything he asks, I won't make him upset, we will get through this." This was because I loved him and cherished our marriage and everything that we had built.
I kept falling on that sword. I wanted to be happy just as much as he wanted to be happy. But I was the only one really trying. Over and over, he refused to see my efforts. You know why? Because he was selfish.
He pretended like he was trying, like he was doing the work on himself, but he wasn't. He was still behaving like a toddler that wasn't getting his way while putting on this façade of being the most amazing father and husband. But inside, he was still angry, because of the resulting issues in bed, I'm sure, because that was all he thought about. He never thought about my needs and even though I was telling him why I was struggling and what I needed, he blew me off. Everything was always projected back to me and how I didn't do what he asked. What was left for me to grasp onto? NOTHING.
He put his dick before my feelings, my concerns, our marriage. I was actually sexually assaulted by the very gyno that delivered my kids and I DIDN'T TELL HIM. Why? Because we had enough going on and I thought to myself that I just wouldn't go back to that Dr. and would deal with it myself.
So, my point is, I had every single reason to cheat, but I didn't. Talk about motivation, I had it. But, I controlled myself. I knew what was right and what was wrong. I did not act selfishly.
My guess is that my marriage was nothing special, superior, or any different than most others on this forum. I honestly didn't think our marriage was so bad that it would fail like this. Even with everything that I shared, in my mind, I didn't think our marriage was in a state of dying. I knew marriages had rough times and good times and thought we were handling them and working through them.
We need to remind ourselves that we were in the same marriages as the WSs and we held ourselves together even when everything sucked.
My husband didn't "control" me from cheating, he was practically shoving me out the door. Where was his prevention plan? If we put blame on a shitty partner, then why didn't I cheat?
Because, I control me.