I am in need of assistance and please forgive me if this topic has been discussed at another time. I will start with my story and go from there. From the time I was 5 until I was roughly 15 I was violently and repeatedly sexually assaulted and raped by my grandfather. For roughly that same period in time he invited his good friend the local priest to partake in the activities. He threatened me with several things if I ever told anyone including beatings that I got previews of on numerous occasions.
These events changed how I grew up. I was raped of my childhood and quickly developed coping mechanisms in order to survive. Those mechanisms followed me throughout my life and have been detrimental in almost all of my relationships. At the first sign of conflict in a relationship I would run. Never sticking around to work on anything, just run.
My father was a police officer and my hero. I looked up to him and desperately wanted to be just like him when I was younger. During the time I was being abused I would always think “Any moment Dad is going to break through that door and save me like he saves everyone else!” That moment never came. I would always ask myself why he saved everyone else and not me? Was I not worth saving?
As I grew older I wanted nothing to do with policing. I didn’t want to be anyone’s hero. As the relationships repeatedly failed and I never understood why. Was I not worthy of being loved just like I wasn’t worthy of being saved from the abuse?
As one may have guessed, I ended up in policing. I was hell bent on saving the world. I was going to do everything I could to save every single person that needed saving. That idea was great until the first baby I didn’t save in a fire was carried out in front of me by firefighters barely recognizable. And holding the hand of a 20 year old man who was trapped in a car after colliding with a tree and him begging me to save him only to watch him die. So many other stories that end in tragedy.
I met my wife through work. She understood what was going on and could relate. We got married and soon after found out we were pregnant. I was terrified. I had read studies on people being abused and how those people continued the cycle. (I have read newer studies that suggest otherwise now however at the time this was my thinking).
As many of you know, babies are stressful. Work was also getting a little out of control with this hero ideology I had and it constantly failing. I was drinking pretty heavily. I started seeking validation in other ways. I would respond to flirtatious females. I would engage in flirty/inappropriate texting. And before I knew it I was spiralling out of control. It was about the same time that we found out we were pregnant again.
I continued the flirtatious text which eventually turned into sexting. Which eventually turned into a full blown affair for almost a year. During the time I was drinking heavily and putting myself in ridiculous situations at work where I was almost wishing I would get killed. I was a disaster.
I could go on forever with the details of my demise but need to get to the part about why I have finally posted on here after lurking for so long and what I need help with today.
My wife found the pictures on my phone/email almost four years ago now and that was when I hit rock bottom. She didn’t leave me and for that I am truly grateful. We went to counselling immediately. I still didn’t tell her about my abusive past for almost 8 months as I was ashamed and was determined to take that to the grave with me. Since that disclosure it has opened up a whole other list of issues that I have been dealing with. That we have been dealing with. We have come a long way in four years. We read books, we listen to pod casts, watch Ted talks and most importantly we talk openly and honestly with each other. We have a real relationship now that isn’t fake or superficial. I am not perfect but I thought I was doing very well. For the first time I had a clear mind free of the deceit and lies that I had been hiding for so long.
That was until two days ago. I hooked my cellphone up to one of our iPads so that my wife could check my text messages whenever she wants. She has all my passwords to my email accounts and has the passcodes to my work phone as well. I am not hiding anything anymore so it’s all there for her to look at. She looked at the iPad on Sunday and found text messages between me and a female whom I had met on course around a year ago. We had kept in touch and messaged on a regular basis. These are not like my past text messages with women that are full of sexual innuendos or full on sexting. These are what I considered to be normal text messages. I had mentioned to my wife that I had met this person on course and had brought her up a couple of times throughout the year. We were recently on course together out of town and went out a few times with other people in public places.
My wife saw these texts and got extremely upset. I didn’t understand why. I didn’t delete any of them and wasn’t trying to hide anything. I couldn’t understand why she was so mad. She left and came home around four hours later. I tried to explain that I am not attracted to this person and that I didn’t hunk I was doing anything wrong. There was nothing sexual about the texts and that I wasn’t trying to be deceitful. I wasn't trying to be the knight in shining armour to this woman as she didn’t need saving as the previous women I preyed on did. My wife was extremely upset and felt as though I had betrayed her trust and hurt her yet again. I still didn’t understand.
Well today at counselling it was made clear. My wife was mad because I didn’t tell her more about this person, that I was texting her so much, and that it appears I was seeking validation from another person. When I stopped trying to explain how I thought I had done nothing wrong and listened to my wife, she was right. Our therapist then explained to me, although I wasn’t consciously doing anything wrong I was unconsciously going down a similar path as I had before. I was devastated and still am. After almost four years of putting in the work, confronting my demons head on and trying to be the best husband I can be to the most amazing woman I know, I relapse because of an unconscious pattern?!?!?!
So my long winded question is this, has anyone else dealt with or is dealing with similar circumstances? If so, what advice do you have?
As a side note, although I haven’t posted here before I certainly read a lot of posts on here I appreciate the time and effort and honesty that people put into what they write. So for that, I thank-you. You have all been a tremendous help along this journey.
[This message edited by Defectum at 2:20 PM, September 28th (Saturday)]