I haven't posted much in the last week, but with a lack of conflict between my WW and I, I've been doing a lot of introspection. I've had Sisoon in my head, suggesting I focus on my feelings--and then perhaps even more interestingly, examining the behavior change that results from those feelings; i.e. how I react to feeling a certain way.
I suppose now it's time to write.
There are two topics that have taken up most in my thoughts and the first is perhaps a bit close to home as it ties into the SI community. I debated writing about it, but I enjoy the catharsis of laying everything out on the table.
I received a PM from a forum moderator a few days ago informing me that discussions of sex with my WW and my cuckold kink were upsetting SI members. The mod suggested that I may be more suited for another community as those topics may not be appropriate for this forum.
My initial reaction was a bit of surprise--I'm writing here as I navigate the turmoil of my WW's affair and our sex life and my cuckold kink, at times, have been integral parts of the landscape, so I've written about them. I tried to empathize with the offended parties and it was admittedly difficult. In the shoes of someone offended by my posts on those topics, I would resolve it by not entering this thread or reading my posts. That seems like both the path of least resistance and easiest way to protect oneself moving forward. The choice to instead complain to a mod seems aggressive.
But it wasn't just one person as it was multiple "complaints." So with multiple people not choosing the path of least resistance, it seems to suggest something more personal. Add onto it that the mod determined the offended position was valid enough to write me the PM on the topic and it left me feeling fairly hurt.
My initial reaction was to run--perhaps a familiar feeling that I haven't really explored deeply before--the idea of feeling disliked or ostracized from a group. It makes me want to run and hide.
It led me toward a memory from about a decade ago: following college, my college friends and I started a group email chain (about 10 of us) and we'd send funny memes to each other at work and whatnot. With my abrasive, disagreeable nature, I was involved in many (what I considered) harmless conflicts, but I was oblivious to how it left others feeling (likely exhausted from dealing with me, as several of you may relate).
A few years later, with the start of iPhones, I learned that several group text chats had been established without me. Now, the truth is that likely had more to do with me getting married earlier and not going out partying with them anymore, but my interpretation left me feeling disliked.
I didn't bother me long--and that's a hard thing for me to explain (I think I tend to assume virtually all conflict is harmless until I learn that it's not)--and I suspect around that time my co-dependency with my WW increased as distance between my college friends and I grew.
It's really the first feeling like that I recall--I had awesome high school friends and our bonds felt unconditional.
I suppose my mindset has always been to never care what others think of me--I found it noble--until I had my first child. Watching him grow and socialize, I realized the value to being liked. In many ways, it's perhaps the most important quality for someone to have--it changes *everything*.
I began modifying my behavior--to be less critical and lean into less conflict. A far cry from the average person, but I've likely made big strides from who I was. Though admittedly, that's not something I practiced writing here--I have been about as raw and unfiltered as possible.
The mod PM from a few days ago felt like a direct rejection of who I am--nobody likes you, so go somewhere else! And to be clear, I don't think that was the intention of the PM; I'm simply describing the impact it had on me.
I suppose I'm writing about it now as a rejection of my own instincts--to break the pattern of being hurt and running away. In this example, where I can't relate to the logic behind anyone else involved, it made me realize that my issue isn't with being unlikable, it's with dealing with the consequences of being unlikable.
And for what it's worth, I've had similar feelings regarding my WW these last six months: a desire to run away after being so blatantly rejected. It's something so central in me and it's been put in direct conflict with something equally central: my desire to provide a loving family home for my children. Those tenets within me are now at direct odds, but as Sisoon suggests, perhaps I can break the first with forced behavior modification.
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On an entirely different topic, the other issue weighing on my mind these last couple of days has been my in-laws. I've kept them largely out of my mind for several weeks and things have been going great with my WW. On Sunday, my FIL texted me--a harmless communication about the NFL season starting (he knows I'm a big football fan) and an update with what's going on with him. I responded politely.
As the day went on, my mood worsened though. It wasn't until the evening when I identified the exchange with him as the reason. I'm still clearly very hurt by their behavior and I've managed it by forcing it out of my mind. His text forced their existence back to center stage.
I was fine the next day emotionally, but did explore it more. Then on Tuesday, my WW casually let me know that her parents would be coming down to visit for a couple of nights at the end of the month--and that they'd likely stay at a nearby hotel and she could bring the kids to visit and go to a park and a restaurant.
It was a lot to take in as I've been pushing this conflict off (again, Dec. has been in my mind as that's usually their annual visit). I recognize that by avoiding them on this visit I'll be escalating the conflict--which isn't necessarily a problem, but I want to think it through first. I suggested we lead off our next MC session on Friday and asked her to please give me until then to think it over.
A few minutes later, my WW engaged again, asking what days that week I'd be going into the office. I recognized immediately where she was heading, trying to figure out if I'd be out of the house so they could come to us directly. I told her I could be flexible and go in whenever I want that week, to which she replied (very sweetly), "Well it just might be easiest if you weren't here and they can leave before you get home."
I thought about the implications of that sentence. First being the obvious that me being in my home makes her life more difficult--"might be easiest..." really hit me hard; the callous nature of that framing weighed on me. But then as a follow up, the awkwardness she was creating--essentially sneaking her parents in and out of our house so I don't see them. It seems patently absurd and would likely only worsen any eventual repair to the relationships.
I'm left with the unshakable feeling that she's not all-in on our marriage; that things will take a turn for the worse if I follow my current feelings on her parents to write them out of my life entirely. I don't like the feeling of being a slave to my emotions though--I'd always rather lead with understanding and logic. So beyond the obvious, which I've already written about, why are these feelings of betrayal so deep?
I try to always start with the most obvious thing--Occom's Razor--and there is one particular thing that has replayed in my mind at least once a day these last six months (I may have written about it before).
On March 15, when I was listening in on the conversation between my WW, MIL and SIL, I overheard my MIL pleading with my WW that she "deserves passion" in her life.
That phrase has echoed around my brain. I try to imagine being a parent and offering that advice to my child. It speaks to the entitlement of what is "deserved" rather than what is desired *and* it speaks to how hollow the contract of marriage is to her. Both of those views are so contrary to who I am and they represent the very worst of who my WW is.
And that's an interesting dynamic--to see my MIL as the worst of my WW. And I an relate to that feeling--I love my father deeply and he is a lovely man, but his worst traits are clearly defined and I hate when I reflect them. I suspect if I pass them on to my son, I'll hate to see them there too.
Unlike my WW, my MIL is making no commitment to change--she is vapid and that's how she'll live and die. I don't want that in my life; and certainly not now. But I also understand how that's an unsolvable problem for my wife. If the roles were reversed, I'd never tolerate my parents being unwelcome in my home. Perhaps that's a false equivalency though.
I feel like I'm in uncharted waters as I virtually never delay conflict and that's what I've been doing here. I just don't have a resolution that I can act on currently. I'm very interested to hear the perspective of my MC though.
Anyway, this post has gone on way too long, but I suspect it has done me some good. I hope you're all well.
[This message edited by Drstrangelove at 9:16 PM, Wednesday, September 14th]