Tomorrow I will be starting my second round of sessions with the third therapist regarding my marriage. The first attempt at counseling was before we were married. The therapist was a little out there and we didn’t get much out of it. We went for a couple months maybe more and quit. The second therapist was better and seemed to help, but we were back to our “old ways” in not too long of a time. Both of these were before we had any kids and were at my wife’s initiation.
The second therapist was very good and I liked her (they’ve all been women coincidentally). She was making a strong attempt for my wife to deal with an abusive relationship she has as a teenager. She was 15 and dated a “man” of 19 who, while I do not know and do not want to know all the details, it seems committed what is at least some kind of sexual assault and at worst rape over the one year length of the “relationship”. I thought this was the “meat” of her troubles.
During the last group of sessions with the third therapist I really pushed at my wife because I thought there was something more she hadn’t talked about before. I was correct, most unfortunately. A few years before her first boyfriend mentioned above while staying over at her grandmother’s, she was awakened by hands all over her. She didn’t scream or yell or otherwise cause a commotion but fought the person off and he left after a few minutes. Touching was the limit of the activity, I think.
After a few more relationships of varying degrees of health, we met, moved in together, got married and lived happily ever after.
At least, I believe we certainly appear to be happy. Our neighbors, family and friends I wouldn’t think could guess the depths of the hostility that exists between us.
OK, a little about me. My sexual experiences, excepting a couple strippers in clubs, have been with my wife. I have no idea what a more healthy relationship is like because I’ve never had one. A relationship of any kind, that is. I spend way too much time looking at internet porn because there’s no sex. Wait, that’s disingenuous of me. I do not look at porn because there’s no sex; it’s probably truer the other way around. It’s just that with the internet, porn’s so much easier to get at. While I’ve never been the victim of any abuse, I’ve also never had a mature attitude about sex. I don’t know how to grow up in that respect either. I believe that I think and feel about sex the same way now that I did at 13, more than 20 years ago.
And what appears to have been what I just recently realized as the real biggie: even after hearing about her awful experience of being awakened and groped, I sometimes, while asleep, do the same thing. I grab her. I go for the titties, and I say things, she’s never repeated what, but I can only imagine. Look at the window titles on your average free porn page and I would assume you’d read what I’d been saying.
And this is what really brought the house down the other day. Here I thought I was a sensitive caring husband who was dealing with a wife who couldn’t deal with a relationship due to past abuse, when in fact I would say I have been hindering her progress in dealing with her past abuse due to my own inadequacies, failures, and sexual immaturity.
It all came to a head late last week when we were arguing and she told me that she would be better off without me. And that’s a direct quote. She was angry that I was after to her to make an appointment with the therapist when it was me who had the real problem.
We can’t have a conversation about anything because we get aggravated with each other. I get defensive; all I hear from her is criticism or commands. The kids have been sick it seems like forever and they can’t deal with me they have to have mommy. She gets worn out. Things are awful, I would like them to get better, and I just don’t know exactly how they can get better.
I think that in some ways she could be right. She might be better off without me. I don’t know what kind of man she’d be with (if any). I don’t know how else to act. But I also really REALLY REALLY think that she is ignoring her own part in our problems because she doesn’t want to deal with it. I think that our problems will never go away until both of us can confront our demons and, what, set them free? Lock them up? Put them in pretty dresses and have tea parties? I don’t know what the other end of this journey will look like, but this time I think it will be a long one and I want to stay on it and I do not want to be alone.
I don’t expect a lot of, or any, replies to this incredibly long post, but I think I feel better putting all this down. Maybe I’ll print it out and take it with me tomorrow? I will of course gladly accept any suggestions or comments; perhaps someone else has been able to work through some stuff like this? An inspiring story would certainly be, well, inspiring. Knowing that someone somewhere was able to struggle through a fucked up situation would help make me feel like I wasn’t wasting my time.