There’s a thread on Reconciliation by blakesteele. He’s my BS.
It’s up to 3 pages so far.
It’s really interesting.
It describes how my BS is really, really wonderful. He is “working SO hard”, he is “posting & posting & posting”, and many “wish we had a BS like him”.
It says that I am full of shit. That I need to “fix my shit” and that I should be tested for hormonal imbalances.
It’s presence there encapsulates everything wrong with my marriage.
For the 20 years we have been together sexually, only in the past year has BH O’ed inside me. For 18 years I told him how this left me so confused and hurt. I felt inadequate. Sex was just an act, not a means of growing closer. I voiced this many, many times. BH told me it was fine, he was fine, I just needed to stop worrying about it.
I do not have a low sex drive. I very much want and desire sex. I initiate probably 30-40% of the time. At times in our marriage I have initiated just as much as he has, sometimes more. When he does initiate I usually don’t reject him. I love him and I want to be close to him.
I suggested a break in sex because it continues to be a source of emotional pain to me. I feel distant and detached from him completely during and after. And emotionally that hurts. Sometimes I think “this must be what a hooker feels like”. I suggested the break because it has been like this for years for me. I continued to push past it and just do it, hoping things would get better, hoping that by having more sex it would fix it somehow. At this point I don’t know if it’s negative association, years of hurt, my own wall, but the feeling of disconnect is still there. I was hopeful that a defined, purposeful break might “reset” something? Hell, I don’t know. I do know that what we’re doing isn’t changing anything for me.
2 different therapists, books, friends, family – ALL tell me that I need to let him in, open myself up to him, share my feelings, fears, thoughts, emotions and that will lead to an intimacy that is reflected in our marriage bed.
2 different therapists, books, friends, family – ALL tell him that he needs to create a safe space for me to share my feelings. That when I share my deepest fears or hurts it is a sign of trust and vulnerability and he should guard them and show me they are safe with him and that he understands me.
So 2 nights ago I suggest that maybe a break or “fast” from sex would help.
1.5 hours later I ask to put the discussion on hold until morning. I don’t have a “strategy” in place which he has demanded nor do I have lots of research or case studies to back up what I’m asking for. I asked from a place of hurt and loneliness. From someone searching for answers and desperate to improve things. Instead I leave the conversation feeling condemned and fed up.
3 hours later it is a topic on SI.
8 hours later it has 40 responses, most of which condemn me for being a sexless, bullshitting WS.
I do not care what perfect strangers have to say about me. I am learning to own my feelings, to protect my emotions from others who would say they are wrong. I am learning to give myself a voice in ways I didn’t know I could. I am FIGHTING for my feelings to be a part of this marriage. I am FIGHTING like hell for a chance to be heard and understood. To not be emotionally railroaded or emotionally condemned.
I do care that my feelings aren't valued by my BH. Strangers or not, anonymous internet or not, they are MY feelings. I shared them with MY husband. I trusted him to listen to me, to hear me, try to understand my hurt, to show me that he would guard them and that we would work together to do things to strengthen our marriage. I care that while I am doing my part in opening up and taking risks in saying things that are hard to say, that could cause fights – he is not doing his part.
I am repeatedly criticized for not sharing my feelings. For not opening up and telling him my emotions. I’m told I’m bad, bad, BAD for being so closed off.
Do you know what I am realizing? I DO share my feelings, I DO open up.
He is not listening. He will consult books, SI, counselors, friends, family. But he will NOT listen to me.
I am standing here, with my heart layed open, begging him to stop, to slow down, to hear me. He is running in circles around me, looking up, down, left right, everywhere but right at me.
I do not hate SI for the support it offers people, including BH and me. But I hate SI for being another tool for my BH to tromp on my feelings instead of guarding them. I hate it for being a place that helps him dismiss and condemn the very feelings he supposedly wants to treasure.
I do not hate sex for the act or the pleasure or the supposed closeness it can bring. I hate it for being another way I’m failing. I hate it for being the biggest sign of how very far BH and I are from each other.