So I'll give an update on last night and respond to a few posts.
My wife was behind on work due to the vacation, so I handled dinner and getting the kids to bed so she could work. I then went off to read and respond to some of the other posts on here while she worked. Around 8 p.m. or so she asked me if we could talk, so we sat together on the couch.
I could tell she was upset and likely had been crying, so I probed as to what was going on. She told me she was reflecting on her IC session earlier in the day--she told her IC about her ongoing unhappiness that began around the time of my tumor in early 2019, but then it got better after I recovered and then started again more severely after the pandemic began in 2020.
The IC suggested that it sounded as though she was describing depression and probed her feelings and if she had them before (my wife cited the aftermath of her car crash in 2013 as another time in her life when she felt similar).
I then saw my wife's anger start to grow--a gradual transition from sadness to rage. She pointed out that she had told me that she felt she might have been depressed for the last few years and I wasn't supportive of her and now her IC was telling her the same thing she thought.
I told her I could absolutely relate--and I feel the same now--as though happiness is an impossibility. I do support her and we can discuss it. I told her it's an issue from inside her, not external forces. Everyone went through the pandemic, but she got depressed--she needs to figure out the trigger points within herself.
So she then said that so much extra weight landed on her during the pandemic with the kids and house cleaning--it made her feel like she was in a prison. She felt trapped. That she asked for my help and I wouldn't give it to her. (We suspended our cleaning service when some people didn’t; I point out lots of people don’t have a cleaning service, etc.)
So I probed, not recalling any such conversation--she responded by saying she asked me a couple of times to help with the kids, putting them to bed, etc., and I did nothing. I told her I did not recall such a conversation, but I admitted she did handle the bulk of putting the kids to bed and getting them on Zoom calls.
I also pointed out that she was activity blaming me for her depression, which apparently resulted from my near death medical experience and a global pandemic. I further pointed out that I was in what appears to be a depression now and her support hasn't always been the best.
She then responded by telling me that she had been in a depression "longer than me."
At this point I started to panic a bit--it *felt* like I was talking to an insane person. The look in her eyes and the madness of the conversation was a lot to process. She so clearly needed to paint herself as a victim that she couldn't recognize the mental gymnastics she was tumbling through.
I stayed calm and asked if she felt the length of her depression made it more significant than what I was currently dealing with. She said of course not and apologized for her confusing point.
I told her I'm always there to listen to her and suggested she keep digging into it in IC (she is going to IC again this week).
The first two hours of the conversation were largely bizarre and I was so thrown through most of it I don't have a good recollection for the specifics and chronology, but I can note that my sex requirement took up most of the time.
She told me again that me asking for her to be more sexually available, initiate more, etc. made her feel like a whore. I told her that I felt awful she felt that way and was deeply hurt to know that being more sexual with me, her husband, made her feel so degraded. She said she didn't mean to make me feel that way, but I wasn't doing enough to understand how she felt.
Ultimately, I told her it's entirely her choice if she wants to be more sexual with me--it's my ask and for her to decide if she can do.
She pointed out again that our sex life has been great the last three months and she felt she was putting in the effort to make it so—pointing out that it wasn’t like she was just having constant orgasms and it was only about her, that I was enjoying it.
That's when the conversation really spiraled.
She became fixated on anal sex. She conflated my request for her sexual availability to me expecting anal sex from her all day long, every day. Again, I was taken aback, but it is a common debate technique (to take an opposing position and frame it in the most extreme light to be less favorable). We went around in circles on anal sex with her not understanding why I'd want to do something that puts her in pain and noting that I never experience pain sexually so I shouldn't ask her to.
At that point, it took every ounce of my strength not to stand up, ask for a separation and walk away. She kept apologizing while I stared off into a corner processing how to respond.
I ultimately just told her that having anal sex wasn't about me wanting her to be in pain; it was about her willingness to do a loving, generous act for my pleasure. I really don't care all that much about anal sex though, so I needed to move the topic and I did. I did (jokingly) offer to let her peg me if she thought it would help with the equity of it all, but she flippantly just told me I’m into kinky things and would probably like it.
I went through the same speech about her being sexually available, initiating more and showing desire for me are all things I need to feel safe and loved in this relationship. Without them, I'm left initiating and feeling like she isn't receptive to my sexual advances, leaving me feeling rejected even when we do have sex.
I *think* she understood that.
The only other topic of significance was alcohol. Last Monday our MC suggested she stop drinking alcohol entirely for now and when we discussed it later that day, my wife agreed she would. The MC felt anything to lower her inhibitions and limit her ability to be mindful in a conversation was a bad idea, so alcohol was an obvious mechanism she was using that could be bad for us.
That lasted one day--at dinner on Wednesday night she ordered a glass of wine and then ordered wine every night on the trip. No incidents arose, but my wife asked how I felt about it and I told her I was disappointed in her lack of intestinal fortitude--she had agreed to not drink and then broken that agreement in less than 48 hours. She got defensive, saying after a long day of dealing with the kids, alcohol calmed her--it was an important coping tool for her anxiety. I told her that's not what she should be drinking alcohol for. She then said she also enjoyed it--she had steak with dinner on Wednesday and wanted to enjoy a glass of wine with it.
Again, I told her I didn't really care about her lone glass of wine at dinner--it's on her--but if she cares about about alcohol more than our R, it says a lot. She didn't think they were connected. She felt like she needed something in her life and that I was treating her like a child and "taking away her coloring book and crayons and telling her to sit quietly." I reiterated that I was not taking away anything and she could do as she pleases.
I had about reached my limit by 10 p.m. though and I said we need to take everyone's advice and talk less--I need to give you space to do your own digging because these conversations are not helping us R at all. I suggested she spend more time alone so she can read and do some introspection.
I stood up and told her I was gonna go to bed, but she grabbed me and asked me to sit again. She began to apologize profusely and recognized that the last two hours were awful. She didn't understand why she was saying most of what she said. Her attitude changed rather suddenly--things were lighter.
We talked for another 90 minutes--discussing some posts on SI and how she felt she could handle all my requirements. She wanted to be all in.
It was a good conversation, so I don't mean to write less about it than the bad part because they were equally bad/good, but nothing specific from it really bears sharing. We ended the talk in a long hug and I felt close to her.
Then we went upstairs and got into bed. She was happy and bouncy--normally she's diving for the light to go to bed, but this time time she sat up in bed and began to chat more. We discussed a birthday party upcoming for one of the kids and other everyday housekeeping items.
She then pivoted to this Thursday--I had suggested we not bring our son to his graduation picnic because it was being organized by AP (his last act as part of the PTA) and my wife thought it was a good idea and we could bring our son to the toy store instead (he's only "graduating" from 1st grade, so it's not too big of a deal). She noted again how awful she felt about it being her fault we couldn't attend on Thursday and she thought she might want to let him get two toys.
I asked if we could not talk about it again, especially right before bed, as it was a trigger for me. She apologized and said of course, and then pivoted back to her IC session.
She said her IC talked more about her impulsive behavior, noting that she said the IC also thought her having unprotected sex with AP was impulsive. Again, I reiterated that I didn't want to talk about her unprotected sex with AP right before bed. We came up in a positive mood and I didn't want to deal with the triggers. She apologized saying she just wanted to share more about her IC session.
We then turned out the light. And at that point, I could have happily gone to bed, but it also seemed bizarre to me that she wasn't going to attempt to initiate sex with me. Even if I said no, it seemed like she'd have to be completely insane after the last 4~ hours to not *try*.
So I asked why she wasn't and she apologized and said we should fool around.
Things went very badly.
Her breasts were no longer sore, so we began fooling around as usual--making out, me caressing her, her giving me a HJ. She very much seemed not into it. My attempts to get her wet were unproductive, so I went to give her oral, but she stopped me and said she didn't want that. I asked what she wanted and she responded: "Whatever you want."
So at that point I was a bit lost--it seemed clear she didn't want sex and I didn't want to ask her for a BJ or force sex with lube, so I felt kind of trapped. I ended up just letting her finish me with a HJ.
I finished and she got really pissed off and angry. I'd say at this point I was bordering on a panic attack. I felt entirely lost and really had no idea what was going on in her head. I gently asked her to tell me what happened.
She replied: "You don't see what just happened?? Like, why didn't we have sex? You just cared about you getting off."
I heard the words coming out of her mouth, but I felt like I had departed Earth. I told her that I thought she didn't want to have sex and explained what had just occurred as it was a very obvious conclusion to draw. She argued for a couple of minutes before caving, saying she should have communicated better.
She began to apologize more and more, realizing how I interpreted everything and recognizing it was on her, but at this point I felt entirely broken.
I began to lightly cry--but it was a weird, brief cry. For really the first time I can remember I felt entirely inadequate--it was a purely emotional response. Everything about the experience felt like it was her actively trying to make me feel awful and I couldn't see it from her perspective. How we could have the talk we did, the sexual activity we did, and then how she could react the way she did.
I collected myself quickly, recognizing that the entire night was insane and ultimately, as many of you have reminded me, every incident doesn't have to be that big of a deal--it's just one night.
She felt really awful having realized what she did and I did my best to de-escalate the situation and we cuddled into each other.
It felt like the right opportunity to fool around again (FYI: I recognize that all of my instincts are shit).
She was very receptive to that--I think we both felt it was a chance to correct the mess that just happened and end the night on a positive note. I began to use my fingers and she suggested we use her toy (we both enjoy when she does that). She got close to an orgasm, but wanted to have sex, so we did. She came.
I kept going, but quickly I recognized that she was very much no longer into it--so again, I'm in an awkward spot. I'm having sex with her and she's lying there very distant. All I wanted to do was get off quickly to get out of the growing disaster--but the fact that I had cum already combined with the feelings of the affair (her having kinky sex for hours with AP and her barely being able to feign enjoyment with me now) was a bit overwhelming.
Ultimately, it ended poorly and I felt like a POS again.
I know this post is incredibly long, so I'll leave it there. And I know the responses coming to this one, but I'll post it anyway.
I don't want to separate right now, but I also recognize that things are really fucked up. My plan is to give her more alone space and keep pushing for her to do more IC sessions. I'm certain nothing she did last night was intended to be malicious. She is just *incapable* of empathy. If I felt for a second it was intentional cruelty, I'd file for D today--but I see us both as broken people. Her far more so than me, but in my current state, I can't do much to help her.
I do plan on addressing how awful she made me feel and how that's unacceptable. Ultimately, I recognize that it's difficult for sex to be light and fun after these long conversations, but I need her to do more to stop making me feel so horrible.
Currently, you’re having more sex then 99 percent of the population.
That gives me little comfort, but I understand your point.
I'm not saying he is in fact treating her like a whore, I am reminding him that his wife has told him when he does these things she FEELS like a whore.
That's correct--but she really *shouldn't* feel that way. I need her to recognize that I'm her husband, not a ONS looking for quick fun.
Doc, the problem is that she feels obligated. No wife, whether BS, WW, or wife, should feel obligated to have sex with their husband. That she feels that way,IMO, tells me all you really need to know.
That's how I feel, but the hope is through IC she can mend her broken view of sex. Maybe not though--in which case our relationship certainly can't work.
If love includes being treated like Doc in the bedroom for 15 years and not being loved gets you what AP got....I know I'd rather not be loved.
Agreed. I'm unreceptive to the idea that I need to keep being treated this poorly so she has space to "heal."
[This message edited by Drstrangelove at 3:36 PM, Tuesday, June 14th]