This post might be a bit scattered, sorry.
I feel like we are having the chicken/egg argument about what came first, and what needs priority: pre existing marital problems or infidelity.
Moving from Year Two to Year Three, I began to see the infidelity not as an aberration that happened in a weird circumstance long ago in a galaxy far far away.
I began to see it as part of a pattern of very pedestrian behaviors arising from both of us.
I am in no way saying that I am responsible for Husband's infidelity, and he has insisted from the beginning that it had nothing to do with me.
But it was a part of the whole of 'us,' and how our relationship worked, and how it didn't.
Years ago when this thing happened, Husband treated it like an anomaly that spontaneously and randomly occurred because of a weird confluence of events and circumstances that weren't likely to happen again. He swore it would never happen again and he put personal boundaries in place to insure that. He says that it's never happened again, and I believe him.
But here's the thing: the basic problem was not addressed.
The act of infidelity wasn't an aberration out in left field. It didn't happen because of a set of weird, exotic circumstances. It didn't happen because a woman was naked and available. It happened because Husband had shit for boundaries and impulse control. He was immature and had a very self-centered, naive, honestly arrogant definition of what it meant to be 'married.' These are his actual words with which he describes who he was in that moment and at that time.
He honestly believed that by taking a wife he'd simply added a cool new life feature- on demand sex! home cooked meals! help with the laundry! a second income! but otherwise, his life wouldn't materially change. I mean, he knew he had to stop dating, but that wasn't an issue, he was kind of over that anyway.
It honestly never even occurred to him that being legally, socially and financially tied to a spouse meant that he'd have to compromise on any of his own choices.*
That incident was completely predictable for Husband and for us. It was a 'No Different Than Last Tuesday' garden variety boundary incursion that just happened to get expressed sexually and in terms of infidelity because of that particular venue.
The fact that Husband was on that trip in the first place was an excellent example of how my boundaries got steam rolled on a routine basis, having absolutely nothing to do with sex or infidelity.
Our problem was that Husband was raised by narcissists who lack empathy. Every aspect of any relationship is a transactional zero sum game, and as a result, Husband has a detached avoidant relationship style. He is also reductionist in that every interaction becomes win/lose, and to lose is to completely lose face. To compromise is to admit defeat.
I am a codependent with an anxious attachment style, which is confusing, because my way of dealing with his detached, avoidant attachment style is to back off and give him lots of room, and to let him have his way on nearly every issue that he cares about.
Let the Wookie win, give the Wookie lots and lots of space and autonomy. It's the only way to stay attached at all.
Also, even though I was codependent, I did have some modicum of pride: I did not wish to be seen, or to see myself, as needy, clinging, insecure. I pretended like a LOT of things didn't bother me until Husband, in his immaturity, inevitably pushed things too far. Then I'd blow up. Yell, scream, melt down. And he'd dig his heels in even further. He was a grown assed man now, nobody tells him what to do!
Wash, rinse, repeat.
As we aged, Husband matured out of the more colorful acting out and channeled his autonomy, detachment and winner take all tendencies into something far more insidious to manage: workaholism.
Workaholism is the respectable addiction.
Are you really going to challenge or complain about a hard working husband? a good provider?
I basically sublimated. I made up my mind that I didn't want a divorce, and I accepted that I wasn't going to change him. That left me with, live with it.
Which is what I was doing, what I'd been doing for years, when DDay 2 happened.
I know, I know, everybody hates Esther Perel, but she does describe this relationship phenomenon quite well:
In every relationship, there is one person who is more afraid of losing the relationship than the other person, and there is one person who is more afraid of losing themselves to the relationship.
Childhood and other trauma can amplify these differences.
I came from a spectacularly broken home and I have abandonment issues. I deal with this in a variety of healthy and unhealthy ways. One way I deal with it is, as I describe above, enforcing a degree of aloofness and autonomy on myself, and by default, Husband's attachment style benefits from this.
Husband, having been raised by two flaming narcissists, is, quite predictably, terrified of losing himself and his feelings of autonomy and agency. Makes all kinds of sense.
The infidelity was just another symptom of this dysfunctional relationship style, only this time it happened to include sexual acting out. But it was no different than my husband insisting on an inappropriate amount of autonomy for a married man, and pushing limits until he broke them, in many other ways besides sexual infidelity.
His sexual fidelity was like this magic talisman to which I clung as evidence that despite his boorish behavior, he really did love me.
Losing that narrative shattered me, but really, it's not about the sex nor even the infidelity. It was about losing that magic talisman.
The infidelity wasn't a completely separate, 'special' type of marital problem having nothing to do with our other marital problems. It was essentially the exact same problem- manifested through sex.
*Also interesting:
Husband's father is a loud and proud grandiose narcissist who, for decades, got a LOT of mileage out of presenting himself as The Man of the House. (This has morphed somewhat in recent years, but that's a whole other post. FIL is still a card carrying Loud and Proud Narcissist but he's now not as likely to claim unopposed dominion. He's much more likely to snipe about MIL's controlling nature behind her back.)
Husband's mother is a sphinx like covert passive aggressive narcissist who exerts control and centrality through various 'silences.'
Husband swears he never once saw them argue. Any disagreement was behind closed doors and he never even heard a raised voice behind those doors.
Husband was well into his married, adult years when it became apparent to him that his dad was actually not in charge of shit. His mom ran the show.
That posturing by his parents had a lot of influence over our early marriage as well.
[This message edited by marriageredux959 at 1:41 AM, March 18th (Thursday)]