Part Two
About Last Night...
First a bit of background, to give context.
Almost three years ago, the FOO was facing yet another existential crisis.
The In Laws' immaculate parenting and impeccable family image were under assault by what? what? yet another divorce in the family OMG.
Another sibling was having yet another divorce, not the first.
I actually have empathy for the siblings and for the in laws: divorce is hell regardless of 'fault.' I'd much rather see people succeed than fail. And even if the divorce comes with much needed life lessons (and even if those lessons are about protecting and valuing oneself) I believe there is inevitable damage. Does anyone come out of a marriage ending in divorce with a net positive? Probably, but I believe it's rare.
In short, I don't wish divorce upon anyone.
And Husband's parents, poor things, keep getting feedback too late, from situations in which they now have little to no control.
It's got to be a special level of hell.
At any rate, Husband and I actually had high hopes that this sibling had gotten on top of issues. This coupling seemed made in heaven, truly, these two people seemed perfect for each other. This marriage looked like it was going to stick. We had sincere hopes of these two riding off into a happy sunset together.
We were shocked to hear of the separation and imminent divorce.
We wondered why, but given some FOO dynamics and a strong tendency toward (nay, a clearly demonstrated preference for) triangulation and a very clear tendency toward DARVO, we've learned not to broach sensitive subjects. That's a swamp full of alligators and quicksand. If someone approaches us with 'the story' we'll listen sympathetically, nod understandingly, and otherwise STAY THE HELL OUT OF IT.
Eventually an amorphous, ambiguous story came out with lots of allegations of 'not a nice person!' and 'selfish!' and some really vague references to the possibility of an infidelity that 'might' have happened, but nothing remotely concrete.
OK folks, here we are on SI, and I'm telling you, I would not have put myself or my spouse or any other person, frankly, through a DIVORCE over what we heard. "He probably wanted to cheat!" I mean, I get it, where there's smoke, there's fire, but I would not have gotten DIVORCED over THAT. Phone search? VAR? PI? Fucking POLYGRAPH? Counseling? Bank records? Metaphorical ass kicking? Check check check.
Straight to divorce?
WTH?
I've probably wanted to throat punch more than one person in my life (fortunately not very often) but I haven't done it. Not even once. (YES I WANT A TROPHY FOR THAT, LOL.)
Throwing me in jail because I probably wanted to throat punch a bitch is a bit premature and over the top, IMHO. Throwing me and you both in jail over it is way out, if you get my point.
So *that* revelation left us with more questions than answers but per above, we know better than to step into the swamp.
Anyway, Hubs and I were in the kitchen one Saturday morning about three years ago, just kind of randomly speculating about it.
Both of us were parsing out what we thought we knew about these two people and this situation, and trying to make sense of it.
Again, we are on SI, so I know, I know, but,
both of us were all,
"Dude's not a player."
We know that being 'a player' is not a prerequisite for cheating. I mean, Hubs is not a player, but don't tell him I said so, LOL, so we get it.
But just outright trolling for an affair?
Seemed hardcore out of character for this guy.
We both wondered if it was an internet thing. We speculated about porn. Knowing the female component of the FOO, porn would get some serious side eye. Not porn addiction, not a serious cam girl habit, just, porn. As in, "YOU GAZED UPON ANOTHER WOMAN'S NAKEDNESS AND YOU LIKED IT? ADULTERER!"
I don't know that's what happened, but I could see that scenario.
I was still having a very difficult time with going straight to DIVORCE over it. My mind kept casting about, looking for something, more? but whatever it was, it appeared to be at the same time so insignificant that this adult sibling knew better than to shop it around as validation or vindication.
Whatever it was, apparently it was deemed too weak to pass muster.
This person has a life long penchant for 'tattling' so trust me, if there was dirt that reinforced her position she would have purchased newsprint, billboard space and air time.
Without stopping to consider it, I pondered out loud if the dude had somehow gotten himself in a similar position to Husband's situation years earlier.
Remember, this was prior to DDay2. At that moment I had only Husband's initial, much sanitized, much abbreviated disclosure years earlier.
MR59: "I wonder if Dude had an incident similar to the thing that happened to you in That Other City years ago?"
Hubs: *silence*
Hubs: "I don't know. Could be. Seems unlikely. Not like him. But, not like me, either. I still feel guilt and shame about that."
MR59: *referencing initial disclosure* "You still feel guilt and shame about that little thing?"
Hubs: *looks stunned, face drops, turns pale*
Hubs: "That wasn't 'a little thing.'"
MR59: ????????
Hubs: *stunned expression on face* "She was with me for a while..."
MR59: "Wait, WHAT???"
Hubs: "She was with me for a while... ..."
MR59: "WHAT DOES 'WITH YOU' MEAN??? WHAT IS 'A WHILE'??? HOW LONG IS 'A WHILE'??? WHAT REALLY HAPPENED THERE???"
Hubs: *panic, back pedaling*
Cue trickle truth and three years of hell. =( =(
So that's the back story.
We went through a full six months of hardcore trickle truth after that, with Husband desperately scrambling to get back to an abbreviated, sanitized narrative that had stood unquestioned for years.
And then, gradually, into disclosure, and then into sorting out the why's and what does this really mean, then putting it into context, and now, finally, we seem to be firmly in recovery.
SO ABOUT LAST NIGHT: (I know, finally, right?)
I was telling Husband that I was really glad that we'd pivoted into putting the incident of infidelity into the broader context of the marriage. Doing so had allowed me to shift my focus from the sexual aspect of it and toward the underlying issues. Addressing the underlying issues made me more confident in our relationship and made me feel safe and happy.
I stated that putting the infidelity in the context of our underlying issues helped me to 'right size' it.
My husband, being a very literal person, replied with:
"Yeah, it wasn't an affair or even a one night stand."
Now, two things:
1. That wasn't what I meant in terms of 'right sizing' it. I wasn't referencing 'the degree of infidelity.' And, in fact, most of us here on SI very much disdain 'the degree of infidelity' discussions. It's like arguing about being 'a little bit of a felon.' Right?
and
2. I can hear THE ENTIRE SI COMMUNITY screaming, "WAYWARD THINKING! LOOK, THERE IT IS!"
and I get it.
Here's what:
Year One, especially early Year One, I would have been, befuddled. Fogged. Negotiating this situation through codependency.
No, it wasn't an affair.
No where close.
I could easily agree with that statement.
ONS?
Even back then I was a bit fuzzy on that assertion.
What constitutes a ONS?
In Husband's mind, it's not a ONS unless penis makes contact with orifice.
And, I guess, unless said orifice is not being paid.
And, I guess, only if pick up lines are used and non-professional seduction is involved.
A ONS for Hubs evidently involves some specific intent and parameters. 'Accidentally' falling under the aggressive and permissive wiles of an adult entertainer does not qualify. ONS? Think more of an easy drunken pick up at last call in a bar. Or something.
That probably needs further discussion, honestly not because I feel in imminent danger from it, but because, discussion. Because we're here now.
Anyway, my point is:
At One Year I would have fielded this statement with befuddlement and fog and codependency. In fact, that happened. This was a position he,and we, took often in that year. It was most often accompanied by, imbedded in trickle truth. "Not gonna cop to what actually happened, but I'll tell you what I believe *didn't* happen."
At Two Years, Husband's eyebrows and eyelashes would have been burned completely off, what remains of his hair would have been singed, and we wouldn't have gotten any further than that evening's "EAT SHIT AND DIE!" proclamation
out of me.
Year Three:
Year Three brings a strange acceptance and with it, a strange calm.
It is what it is.
And I see clearly what it is, and what it isn't.
For me, at this moment, it's not about which of his body parts intersected which of her body parts.
The idea that his dick in fact *did not* trip over his left knee and fall into her vagina is not my focus.
In fact, it occurred to me last night that the essence of, the definition of, the very degree of the betrayal lies in his guilt.
If it was 'only this' or 'only that' or 'not this' or 'not that,'
Then why in fact does he feel so much "guilt and shame"? Why the struggles with trickle truth?
And that, as it turns out, is a *really pivotal question.*
And that was the question I asked last night.
I've known Husband since he was 17 years old. I know this to be true:
When Husband finds himself in what he perceives to be 'the wrong side' of any issue, he immediately runs to legalistic definitions as defense.
Ergo describing what happened in terms of what didn't happen.
From when this thing happened years ago up through DDay2 and all through trickle truth, he clung tenaciously to his idea that this wasn't really cheating because he didn't stick his dick in an orifice. No shit.
He's not there now, but reflexively, he will go back to that place: defining it by what it was not.
My response last night?
Honestly?
Humor.
Putting this particular shit show in the larger context of larger dynamics in our marriage took away a lot of its power. It diffused its toxicity and its specific hurt.
"You know, Husband, you are right. It certainly wasn't an affair by any definition. ONS? for moving on's sake, for tonight, I'll give you that. But you know what else it wasn't? It wasn't fettuccini alfredo. It wasn't a Buick. It wasn't a penguin. It wasn't an all expenses paid cruise. It wasn't an electric bill. It wasn't a can opener. It wasn't a physics equation. It wasn't a three dollar bill. It wasn't a handshake.
Instead of talking about what it wasn't, let's talk about what it was- only let's not talk about it in legalistic terms.
Let's talk about *why it makes you feel guilt and shame.*
If it wasn't all that...
Why the guilt and shame?
What exactly do you feel guilty about?
Why are you ashamed???"
And, here we go.
I got what was the most honest, genuine, believable, authentic, 'we can work with this' rendition of 'events' last night.
Not,
"Well then this body part intersected with that body part in this way for approximately this many minutes I don't know it's all kind of a fog and then this other woman showed up and this sex act was offered BUT I DIDN'T ACCEPT IT but the physical contact stopped after that, wait, no it didn't, it kept on, but I was beginning to come out of the fog and I can't remember what exactly happened next and then we were out on the sidewalk walking back to the hotel..."
(I will say again that I really do not believe that my husband had penetrative sex that night, for what that's worth. I get it. My therapist actually asked the same question. "Are you sure your husband didn't have sex in that place that night?" Didactically? No, I will never be sure on that level. I wasn't there. I'll never know. But I *do* know my husband as a person, apart from me. I know where his personal, intimate, physical/sexual limits are, and I'm as sure as any person can be, that it didn't happen.)
But the point is,
My husband has wrapped his head around the fact that he had sex that night.
It wasn't penetrative sex (if it wasn't penetrative sex.)
It wasn't an affair.
ONS? debatable, but really, I do not care about the moniker.
But, whatever it was, and I wasn't there, I do not know first person what happened, and I am by constitution and professional training, an evidence based person,
By what I can determine,
It was sex.
And he knew that.
He knew it when it started.
He engaged.
He knew it while it was happening.
He was into it, so he facilitated it.
He continued it.
He continued it until the escalation was stark enough that it nudged him out of his comfort zone.
Anyway.
Last night, my husband was more honest than he's ever been about it.
In terms of the betrayal, the logistics of which body part touched which other body parts are almost immaterial.
The legalistic definitions are immaterial. It's infidelity only if this touches that.
Not so much.
No, it's infidelity if one's mind crosses the boundary from possibility and desire, to intent and manifestation. It honestly does not matter, at a certain level, how far over the line of intent and manifestation one steps, with obvious caveats: std's, pregnancies, personal tolerance, etc.
It's like negotiating how much of a felon one might be.
For me anyway, cheating happens between one's ears and in one's heart. It happens at the intersection of arousal, desire, intent and manifestation. Specifically, it happens at the intersection of intent and manifestation.
However it was manifested, Husband feels guilty and Husband feels shame and Husband understands that cheating happened when he stepped over the line from desire to intent to actual action and engagement. Degree of manifestation falls into legalistic definitions. Irrelevant.
The defining characteristic is not 'what body part intersected with what body part.'
IMHO, it's not even arousal. That's a whole other post. Arousal is, essential. The very existence of, the very state of being 'aroused' is a joyous celebration of one's life essence. I surely to not want to own anyone else's arousal. Not only do I not want to own it, I do not want to be totally responsible for it. OMG are you kidding?
The pivot point is not arousal or desire. It's somewhere between intent and manifestation- and my husband was *very clearly there,* regardless of which body parts intersected with which body parts as a result.
Sex was intended, sex happened- even if a dick didn't fall into a hole. Regardless of physical contact or not, sex happened.
Sex happens between the ears.
Body parts are negotiable.
Partners of persons with internet sexual fixations will attest.
And that's my own 'legalistic definition.'
But here is where I come back around:
OK that happened.
All of that, happened.
What does it *mean*?
What it means is most important in the context of our entire relationship.
Not in terms of what body parts were involved with other body parts.
But rather, how do *all* of our relationship dynamics play into it?
In the best ways...
The incident itself was/is irrelevant.
What is relevant is intent.
And related, what is relevant is relationship dynamic.
What are you each trying to extract out of each other, and why?
And what are you offering to your partner, and why?
Why are any of us even here?
ETA: This whole Part Two word salad is a too long way of saying that until my brain slowed down enough to hear *what* Husband was saying, I was not going to be able to frame my own response clearly enough to get to the essence of the thing.
And for what was IMHO honestly a single incident that amounted to literally nothing, that took three years.
Can't imagine what it would be like to sort through an affair, or a sex addiction, or a massage parlor habit, etc.
In some ways, Hubs is right in defining it by what it wasn't.
I had to get to a "tipping point' of my own before I could hear that, fairly, and not hear it as excuse making.
[This message edited by marriageredux959 at 6:36 AM, March 20th (Saturday)]