The ‘why’ was absolutely critical to me — and trying to understand how I vanished from my wife’s consciousness — was an important aspect of moving forward.
Of course, desire and opportunity are there, but not all of us jump into temptation with both feet.
My wife is beautiful and brilliant and swatted away dozens of very serious attempts, including by most of my close friends. She had a boos she respected suddenly show up with flowers to a business dinner — it was fairly common for her to be hit on when walking down the street.
I needed to know how her boundaries went from rock solid to non-existent.
The long story is, she competed for what she thought was love her whole life. She was the ignored youngest child, competing for affection. And she took that competition serious. She was the number one student in her class, never missed a class in high school or college, lettered in three sports, earned college scholarships, never missed church, got a great job. She aimed to be absolutely perfect at everything. The job moved us out of state and far from home. We had our first child, sooner than she was ready to tackle that responsibility.
As John Steinbeck once wrote, "We can shoot rockets to the moon, but we can’t cure anger or discontent."
Now, none of that is an excuse, and I strongly disagree with the quote, but a lot of humanity blames unhappiness on exterior things.
So, one day my wife woke up with anger discontent.
She had always done everything right, everything perfect and she was miserable.
The great job turned political and unpleasant, we were miles from real family and support and all we had as ‘new’ pals in the world was AP and his family.
Six months of AP reaching out, and she was all in on a choice and a rebellious vibe she felt like she earned. Every rationalization in the world didn’t make it right and she knew that in part — she didn’t wrap her head around the self loathing and self destruction, much less what those choices would do to our little family.
I had to vanish from her thoughts or it would ruin the fantasy world of validation they built together.
I hate all of it. The why, the how and how long.
Did my wife have to fall so far in order to finally understand what we "had" was a healthier, happier relationship? We still don’t know that answer. Part of me thinks she did have to be treated horribly and dumped horribly, to witness the full destruction of the fantasy in order to rebuild her esteem (from the inside out, instead of exterior approval).
Another part of me views it all as an unnecessary tragedy.
Either way, at least showing empathy for her lowest moments and worst days has been foundational to the relationship we’re building on everyday now.
It’s much more than hate the sin but love the sinner. It’s being able to focus on her humanity as a whole, and seeing her as a whole person — we’re deeply flawed and yet, love the heck out of each other anyway.