One of the best things I ever read from a WS on this site was this one from BraveSirRobin:
What everyone here is trying to explain is that this doesn't get solved by you figuring out how to get him up off the floor. You need to get down on the floor with him
I liked that so much I added it to the SI quote thread.
About a year or so into R, one of the things that I started to tell (or probably more accurately yell at) my wife was:
“Stop fucking trying to manage me!”
See, WOES is kind of a task oriented sort of person. She likes a project, and she likes to tick off the boxes and finish the project so she can give herself the old “Job well done WOES!” pat on the back. So, when we went into R, she was pretty determined that she was gonna get an A+ in R. That’s her style, it’s how she self validates. And at first that was good, I wanted her to fucking fix me. Hell, she was the one that fucking broke me in the first place. Seems only right that she should be the one to fix me. So that seemed all good great and fine... at first.
But at some point. Can’t tell you for sure when it was exactly. That whole dynamic stopped working for me. And I had a hard time articulating exactly why or what it was at the time. But now, in retrospect, I think that the problem with the whole “she broke me now she needs to fix me” dynamic is that it made me feel like I was somehow in an inferior position to her in the relationship: I was broken, she was not. I was to take a passive role in R, she was to take an active role. I was beginning to feel permanently a victim of her actions, which left her constantly the victimizer in that equation.
But the reality is that we were both of us broken by her actions. And if we were going to fix this damage it was going to require both of us taking an active role in the work. And even though she was still the victimizer in this whole fucking thing she was also herself a victim at the same time.
Please don’t misunderstand me, I am not attempting to take one fucking ounce of blame off of her shoulders for what she did, for how she hurt me. but at the end of the day she hurt herself in the process as well.
And knowing that? Seeing that she was broken too? That helped me. It helped to lift me out of this feeling of being all fucking alone in suffering through this thing It helped me to stop feeling like somehow less than in our relationship going forward.
It changed it from something that I was going through into something that we were going through, together.
And, since we were going through this fucking hell together, it started to change from some thing that was pushing us apart into something that started to pull us together.
I’m sorry if I’m not expressing this as well as I would like. It’s a difficult concept to explain. I still wanted my wife to try and help me, to comfort me, to reassure me, to apologize to me. But I didn’t want her to be doing that from outside of my suffering looking in. I wanted her to be doing all of those thing from the inside, right along side of me.
And it wasn’t something that she could fake, and it wasn’t something that she could make a list out of, or get instructions on. She was either in there with me or she wasn’t. And once she was? I could fucking feel it. It really made all the difference.
It sounds like what you are describing is watching your husband on the rollercoaster. A humble suggestion, when you see your husband riding that rollercoaster? Don’t just stand back and watch, but don’t try to take over the ride controls either....
Climb into the fucking car with him instead.
It’s a scary ride but it helps to know that you are in it together. In the end it’s all about solidarity.
HT