MarriageRedux- You HAVE given this some thought! I think it’s especially challenging for WSs because I certainly took advantage of opportunities to confirm that “my problems” weren’t as bad as they appeared. BW’s IC, two days after DDay, sat with us sobbing in her office and proposed I look into 12 Step program for sex/love addiction. The thought of that terrified me (some FOO at play there, I’m beginning to examine my father’s very visceral disdain for alcoholics)
and so when the MC said “No, you’re not an addict” I immediately let myself off the hook.
Hubris is a big killer on this side of the street, IMO.
Thank you, I think. :) I don't post daily. I come along once every couple or few weeks and drop an epistle. Or a chapter book. :)
I am very, very fortunate in that I believe in my heart that my husband is a decent man who learned flawed coping techniques and flawed compensation methods from a very young age. I also have the dubious fortune, LOL, of being able to trace it and see it in the FOO.
The FOO is also a decent people who, unfortunately, learned flawed coping and compensatory techniques and learned to apply them well enough that, superficially at least, it looks like 'success.' 'Righteous living.' 'Responsibility.' Etc. It works well enough for them and it feeds all the right validation/ego needs such that it is never, ever questioned.
It's easy to see what happened to Husband and me as a product of unintentional damage and poor coping techniques rather than abjectly pathological character flaws and evil intent.
And, Husband has laid himself wide open. He *is* trying.
LOL, I've come close to starting a couple of threads recently, roughly along the lines of:
'HEY! YOU KNOW WHAT'S FUN? CONFRONTING A NARCISSIST WITH THE CONCEPT THAT HE IS A NARCISSIST! BONUS ROUND- PROVIDE TEXTUAL EVIDENCE!'
and
'When a Partner with Dismissive Avoidant Attachment Disorder Dismisses The Thought of It'
LOL.
Actually, it's gone pretty darned well. Kudos to Husband for that. He spent approximately 36 to 48 hours at the beginning of this chapter of our unpacking exclaiming a la Richard Nixon: "I AM NOT A NARCISSIST!"
and then somewhere around two days in, with copious reading,
"MOTHER OF GOD, I AM A NARCISSIST! I wonder how many times that's screwed things up???" LOL.
I think it's most helpful, for us, to view this particular dynamic through attachment styles/issues. In this way, I believe, it's more balanced. The total focus and emphasis is therefore *not* on Husband and his erstwhile narcissism, but on both of us and on our attachment styles.
Honestly, I think I'm a weird amalgam of avoidant attachment (and detachment) and preoccupied attachment. I don't bother/don't allow myself to be vulnerable to persons who are poor risks for relationships. I've had quite enough of other people's drama, thank you. I'd poke myself in the eye before I'd give a grandiose narcissist the time of day- which is yet another reason why the concept of narcissism was such a novelty for both of us.
Introverted narcissism fits our pattern so much better, as does dismissive avoidant paired with preoccupied attachment styles.
It's, subtle. We don't appear codependent. We're probably the furtherest thing from codependent on superficial examination.
I guaran-damn-tee you that anyone who knows us would characterize Husband as absolutely devoted to me (and in his own way, he is) and would also characterize me as an independent, self-sufficient, confident, competent woman who doesn't need a man, a fish or a bicycle to make her life complete. And in many ways I'm all that plus pie a la mode.
But Husband has huge needs for quiet, deep validation in specific areas- not necessarily related to romantic relationships or sex, but having to do with overall competence and skill sets and the ability to be a provider and a valued asset.
Again, I think I'm very, very fortunate in that Husband was *not* specifically looking for romantic or sexual validation. The whole sex thing, that one incident, just sort of happened as collateral damage in a situation where he was seeking peer to peer validation and inclusion. I can easily dismiss it as collateral damage, except- it was sex (or a type of sex. Not intercourse.)
My own programming and imprinting set me and us up in this area: sex is sacred territory for me.
Not sanctimonious territory, mind you- I'm no prude.
But it is either something that I share (or shared, to be accurate) with dear friends, while looking out for each others' health and welfare, both physical and emotional, and otherwise without strings attached, or
It was/is part of a vow that I took that included sexual exclusivity, yours mine and ours, unless otherwise stated, by mutual and fully informed consent.
I can be, and I enjoy being, especially giving and accepting and sharing and tolerant of individual sexuality and expression. I've said it many times over: I do not own my husband's arousal. I don't own the space between his ears. I don't own the flesh between his legs. He doesn't own mine, either. What we do own? The mutual vow. All that you see, and all that you don't see, all of the things that are 'us' are resting on that mutual vow.
Honest to god, Husband and I have done racier stuff, MORE EVEN, than he did on his own, but that incident? It was behind my back, without my consent, I was not consulted nor considered, *when it was happening, I was essentially disappeared,* and afterwards he minimized, deflected, obfuscated and rug swept.
I felt ripped off. I was ripped off. BY MY HUSBAND.
OUCH.
And it happened at such a time, in such a context, in which I was particularly vulnerable and trusting.
And it happened at such a time, in such a context, where Husband was exercising access to some particular ego kibbles, such that I got thrown under the bus in service to the same.
That's been an issue for us: me being thrown under the bus for ego kibbles, me being thrown under the bus for something (anything, whatever) that Husband could in any way characterize or identify as 'the greater good,' when most often it was A Thing That Was Contributing to His Self Esteem.
Per above, I'm damned lucky that it *wasn't* a parade of other women.
I can honestly see, and say, that the fact that this one incident happened to include sexual contact with another woman was pretty much circumstantial. Did he enjoy it? Sure. He still had/has blood flow to the penis. But I can honestly see how he didn't go out *specifically looking for that.* (Problem being, he *was* looking for validation, acceptance, ego kibbles, punch my parking ticket, etc. and the guys he was with? They were *absolutely* looking for that particular sexual stimulus, for whatever their own reasons were.) (Worlds Collided: Husband's, mine, theirs.)
If it helps anyone out there-
Actually, right now we are slogging through some of the relationships that he had in the years when he *wasn't* having a complete, fulfilling (to either of us) healthy relationship with me.
I was consigned to the role of Wife Appliance (trust me, NO ONE DATES THE REFRIGERATOR, no matter how attractive nor how many blingy features!) and he sought his validation elsewhere, in other mirrors, in other relationships, from other people- even though he may not have especially nor particularly nor in any way 'liked' those people, much less 'loved' them.
Those people had what he needed- validation kibbles, or competitive kibbles, or recongition, or Zero Sum Game Results.
The FOO is big into Zero Sum Games. Honestly, that's something we both recognized waaaay before either of us, or both of us together, were mature enough or evolved enough to deal with it effectively.
I suspect that a HUGE component of the neglect I feel in our marriage is comprised of me sitting over here like a Good Dog, like a Wife Appliance, *waiting, waiting, interminably waiting, THE ENDLESS SLOG* while Husband engaged with Other People in some sort of psychological game of chess, in which he might finally *win,* or at least understand and master, the zero sum game set up from/with the FOO.
Dismissive Avoidant Attachment: go sit over there, Wife, and wait. I have some other shit to work out here.
Preoccupied Attachment: oh, OK. I know you have some Important Work to do. I won't bother you nor get in the way. Could you possibly pay some attention to me, at some point in the future? Pick me, please?
IN THE MEANTIME:
whoops! sex happened someplace else! with a stranger!
Preoccupied Attachment: WHAT THE EVER LOVING FUCK WAS THAT?
Dismissive Avoidant Attachment: WHOOPS. DON'T LOOK AT THAT. IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN.
Preoccupied Attachment: BUT IT DID HAPPEN. FUCK YOU AND THE HORSE YOU RODE IN ON ONE THOUSAND TIMES.
Etc.
Anyway, I hope this helps *somebody out there.* <3
[This message edited by marriageredux959 at 6:39 PM, May 26th (Tuesday)]