Do cheaters raise children who are more likely to marry cheaters? I've been wrestling with this question lately. There's a lot to unpack. It may take me a while to write out my thoughts on this issue.
My parents divorced when I was 7. I'm 50 now. For 43 years, I believed my parents' marriage failed because my dad was a boring/distant/abusive husband. That's the story my mom's sisters told me. But I've just recently learned that my mom had an affair and that's what ended my parents' marriage. When my dad found out about Mom's cheating, he became enraged – he screamed and cussed and broke some furniture.
While acknowledging that Dad never actually physically harmed her, Mom maintains that she was "scared of him". In the face of Dad's rage, Mom took the kids and filed for divorce. Soon after the divorce, my mom found Jesus. She's been a faithful churchgoer ever since.
I asked some questions about Dad's post-Dday rage. Mom said it scared her because he hit her with something once. I asked what Dad had hit her with. And Mom said: "Well, it was a pillow. But what if it had been a hammer?"
I wanted to roll my eyes but I didn't, because she's my mother and I respect her. Still, I am also a betrayed spouse. When I discovered my husband's affair (in 2016), I too had a hard time controlling my rage. That being the case, I don't find it hard to excuse my father for whacking his cheating wife with a pillow.
I pressed Mom with other questions about her infidelity. She expressed that she knows adultery is never justified. She also said something about how God forgave her and that's how she learned to forgive herself. I guess just a little talk with Jesus makes it right, huh? Pretty convenient, if you ask me.
I mean, maybe my mom was truly remorseful at one time but so many years have passed that it's no longer top of mind for her. It has been 43 years since her cheating, after all. Nonetheless... in this recent moment when Mom and I were talking, I really wanted her to express remorse and she didn't.
Mom is quick to condemn my xWH for what he did to me. She often says if she ever sees him again, she's gonna march up and ask him: "Hey asshole, what gave you the right to break my daughter's heart?"
I appreciate my mom sticking up for me and all, but I also want to ask her: "Hey Mom, what gave you the right to inflict that shit on my dad?" Mom knows her cheating was wrong, but she doesn't seem to understand that it puts her in the same category as my asshole xH.
The thing that's really sticking in my craw today is this: My behavior with my wayward mother is eerily similar to my behavior with my xWH. When Mom comes to visit, I give her my big comfy bedroom, while I go sleep in the cramped and windowless guest room. I give her the brand-new towels and keep the ratty old ones for myself. I'm always buying her groceries and loaning her money. When her washing machine went tits-up last year, I bought her a new one. Meanwhile, my own washing machine is busted and I'm going to the laundromat like a college student.
In my relationship with xWH, I also found myself giving much, getting little in return and always feeling guilty, for some unexplained reason. Of course xWH blamed me for his affair. He once told me I brought it on myself because I was always busy and I wasn't there for him when he needed me. Well. Yeah. I was gone a lot, because he was always out of work and so I was always holding down 2 jobs to support us. He was unemployed for a good stretch of time right after Dday too – and I kept right on going to work every day and paying the rent for both of us, even though I was so traumatized I could barely tie my own shoes. I was destroyed and yet I still felt obligated to provide for xWH. How fucked is that? I was out of my mind. One night during our IHS, I drank a frightening amount of whiskey and passed out with a loaded pistol in bed beside me. Next morning, I finally realized I had to end the madness. I told WH it was time for him to go. He didn't want to go, so I paid him off. I gave him enough cash to rent an apartment for 6 months. It was far more than he ever deserved from me, but I still consider it money well spent.
Right now, the obvious question is: Why did I put up with so much shit from xWH?
Why did I even marry xWH? There were red flags all over the place and I ignored them all. Why did I sabotage my own future like that?
Part of me thinks there might be a connection between my childhood experiences and my poor taste in husbands. Is it possible that being raised by someone with a demanding, self-focused, wayward personality conditioned me to be more tolerant of such awful qualities in my spouse? I'm uncomfortable asking these questions, but I can't help asking anyway.
So, what say you, SI? Am I grasping at straws? Am I failing to own my own shit? Or is there any validity to the theory that cheaters sometimes raise kids who are more susceptible to marrying cheaters?
Thank you for reading. I wish you all peace and happiness. Good night.
[This message edited by ashesofkali at 11:28 PM, August 8th (Saturday)]