More thoughts.
First, I don’t think all women are necessarily more demonstrative or caring than men. I think it’s a safe bet they are, but I’m not willing to state so categorically. I don’t think that as a gender, we are socialized to show sexual interest in a man publically at all. We do it indirectly, by slight touches, open body language, eye contact. Men are allowed, IME, to be more physical in their touch. YMMV.
I also think that no one can truly know what goes on inside any other relationship or a marriage–so often, appearances and even more in depth knowledge can be deceiving.
Third, I must be one of that minority that Mal mentions, because I was desperate for my BF’s then husband’s approval. Coming from a fairly cold and remote family, I loved his physicality at first. I post the following in hopes that it might help someone else–that and I need to just get this stuff out of my system. Onine is a terrible father confessor, but I have no plans to run for public office.
He wanted sex, so I made myself available to make him happy. It never occurred to me to think about what I wanted or needed-he liked me! He wanted me! It seemed like such a small thing. I was so young and naive and yes, stupid. He was relentless, demanding and insatiable. Every day, multiple times a day. Risky sex in quasi-public or inappropriate places. He really didn’t touch me except when he wanted sex. He told me he wouldn’t hold my hand (after we got married) because our strides were different and it was painful to him to do so. (?), and that he wasn’t going to just “hold me”. He had held me prior to getting married. This is such a stupid and mundane story–we are almost archetypes. <sigh>
Any time I touched him, it was seen as a signal for sexual advances. He would say that wasn’t true, but his actions belied his words. I strongly believe that he is unable to relate physically to someone else in anything but a sexual way(excepting family and kids, of course).
Oddly enough, if he had just left like that, we might have muddled through (not really, but the last straw is coming up next), except that his focus changed. Now not only did he want sex on his terms and frequency etc, but I had to have an orgasm as well. If I didn’t, somehow this negated his masculinity or something–never been quite clear on this bit, but my lack of orgasm was an affront to him. Now sex was followed by “did you come? Did you come?” Over and over again. There was a time, early on, when I did not know my body and so had no clue sa to the answer to his question.
At first I was truthful-no, not that time, but I had fun or it felt good. Not good enough. So, then I started to lie. It was easier. He seemed satisfied, but that was when the resentment in me started to build. Babies came, with the resultant demands and lack of sleep-no loss of his “need” though. He started watching porn videos (prior to the internet), wanting me to watch with him. Other bits of life intruded: My sisters became ill, and died, but nothing changed-why should his need be shoved aside for anything? I continued to pull away and say no.
Should I have set limits earlier on? You bet. Did I have any clue how to do that-no. I was 24, terrified of repeating my parent’s unhappy marriage and divorce and subsequent remarriage, eager to be Samantha Stevens (Carol Brady was too nerdy for me). Should we have talked about this and come to some kind of compromise? Sure-and I did try, to the best of my abilities then. It took 5 years of therapy for me(in my late 30s) to become assertive in my personal relationships. Too late for us. Patterns were set. We both recognize the destructive dances now, but there is not enough left to stick around for.
Basically, as anyone reading this can figure out, we are fucked unto the Lord when it came to salvaging anything. This is what I mean by baggage. Our sex life is now a mindfield of unvoiced expectations, simmering resentments, past hurts and fear of future ones, apathy, and resignation–on both our parts. Where the second guy comes in here to get me off etc is anyone’s guess. Personally, I put it down to a last desperate attempt to control sex with me. Having no desire to be any puppet master’s toy, I refuse to even consider it.
I have made him out to be a complete dick here–and IMO, in this area, he was and can still be. But he is also a loving father, a good community member and neighbor and willing to lend a hand to anyone in need. He would never hurt me or the kids. I am still deeply angry about all of this (duh), but I colluded in some of it, and even when protesting, did not draw ineradicable lines. I am not, sadly enough, an anomalie. I know of at least two friends who have much the same issues with their husbands. He is bitter about our sex life as well. He truly does not understand my discontent and unhappiness about it. I put that down to some sort of mental astigmatism–he just cannot see it. Perhaps that should be will not see it. A moot point in my book and irrelevant for future plans.