why do I feel shame? If I didn’t cause his addiction, can’t change it , can’t cure it...then why do I feel shame?
I feel shame when I think of leaving. I think how can I leave an addict who needs help and support? How can I not try to make it work since he has finally gone to rehab? How can I do this to my children?
Shame also surrounds my thoughts of staying. How can I put myself through a lifetime of insecurity with this man? If I know I will never trust him despite his efforts (or not) why would I stay? What is wrong with me?
It's such a double edged sword. Damned if you do, damned if you don't.
I felt sad, and frustrated when he would relapse. I felt angry at him. I felt stupid for letting him deceive me again and again. And that's where my shame came in - shame that I believed him, even when he had showed me over and over that I had no reason to.
I was ashamed that I let him get one over on me, but then it almost became like a challenge to see who could outsmart each other. If only I could just prove to him that I was too damn smart, and that I would always catch him, maybe then he would stop. Couldn't he see what a better life we would lead if he would just stop lying?
I didn't feel shame for staying though. If anything, staying made me feel like I was compassionate and understanding. In a weird way, it made me feel like I had control, because I was choosing to stay. I also wasn't as well educated on SA as I am now. His biggest issue at the time was excessive masturbation and porn use. And I kept saying to myself, well, so many guys think porn is just normal and accepted, how will I ever find anyone who doesn't? And once that was tainted for me, I didn't feel like I would ever be okay with it, so it felt easier to stay with the devil I knew then trying to go out and start over with anyone else.
I didn't find out about the escorts until after he left, and he still denies them, even though phone bills don't lie. Had I known about that, I would like to think I would've made different choices. But honestly, I probably wouldn't have. Like what Somber said, how could I leave someone who so clearly needed help?
I know about the shame feeling. I felt so much shame that I picked a man who was this damaged. I took so much of his actions on as a statement on my judgment.
I relate to this completely. I always thought of myself as such a good judge of character. Hell, I have a friend who started dating a guy, and within 3 weeks, just based off of some texts he sent, I warned her that I thought he would be the type to get physically abusive. 6 months later she was in the hospital, emailing me photos to hold on to in case anything ever happened to her again. I could see it so clearly when it was someone else, why was my judgment so clouded when it came to my own life? I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, even though there was barely any doubt to go off of.
Now that he left me, I have shame that I wasn't worth staying for. That after years of working through his problems, I wasn't good enough for him to help me through mine. That it was easier to create a giant web of lies than to just sit down and be brutally honest with me about his real feelings. He kept stonewalling me, and I couldn't get him to look me in the eyes.
I had seen him be vulnerable. I knew all about his dark family history, his father's abuse. I knew all about the broken little boy, which is a huge part of why I stayed. I knew he wasn't maliciously inflicting pain on me. He just didn't know how to help himself. And yet when I was going through my own shit - unable to focus on anything but trying to get pregnant, something which frustrated him and made him feel like "just a sperm donor" - he couldn't handle it. My IC said he just wasn't equipped to help me in the same way that I was equipped to help him.
But what I’ve learned from years of this insanity now is that maturity is such an issue for most of them. Add lack of boundaries and some simply not wanting to get better and it’s a cluster.
Yes, the maturity is the biggest issue. No concept of cause and effect. That actions have consequences. Even when it came to the kids he didn't understand it. When they did something wrong, he just wanted to scream at them, and thought that would magically make them not do it again. No concept of punishments that fit the crime. He would actually tell me, "punishments don't work on them, they don't care." So what, they should just never have consequences for anything?
And I agree, I think that many of them don't want to get better. In fact, I think they are afraid to get better. They have been using this as a coping mechanism for so long, they are deathly afraid of having to feel their feelings out in the open with nothing to dull the pain.
I often felt trapped. Because with kids, you can lay out specific consequences. With spouses, who are supposed to be our equals, the only real consequence is leaving. I mean, obviously I withheld sex when he would relapse. But then I just felt him building up resentment towards me, because he felt like I was taking something from him. Now I was the frigid wife. But I damn sure wasn't going to let someone enjoy my body who didn't understand how his actions were affecting my mind.
But how in the hell do you lay out consequences with a grown man? I tried, so many times. If you use a pair of my underwear, you must immediately go online and order me 5 more pairs to replace them. Or if you use my lotion, you must immediately go to the drug store and buy me two more. But it never happened. His excuse was always that he was broke, and didn't have the money for it. If you don't have money to buy it for yourself, then you are too damn broke to do it!!
In addition to all that, SA is not a topic I feel comfortable sharing with family and friends so I feel shame that I have something in my life to hide. Something I couldn’t share based on fear of judgement, fear no one would understand, fear that I wouldn’t be accepted if I chose to stay, also fear that it would be celebrated if I left (but it doesn’t feel like a win to me either so not something to be celebrated). The isolation that grows from these fears only reinforces my insecurities and shame.
I will say that sharing with my friends and family was what got me through. I was able to vent, but also to bounce ideas off of them. It felt like a safe way to discuss my frustrations, to talk about whether I should stay or go, without having to always talk to him about it. I'm sure I would have felt different if I had the knowledge of escorts as well, so I don't judge anyone who doesn't like to talk about it. But I felt isolated even just that I was the only person I knew actually dealing with this kind of issue, so sharing with friends felt like the only way to get it out. I'm lucky in that I have friends who are very trustworthy and would never say anything to anyone.
My SAXH however was not happy about me sharing this info with anyone. He found out that one of my best friends knew, and he flipped out and refused to spend time with her anymore, saying that he just felt like he was being judged. He told me I wasn't allowed to tell anyone. I told him that being able to talk to her was one of the only ways I was able to process all of this, and he'd better count his lucky stars that I had her, because without her to bounce things off of, our fights would have been a LOT worse.
He felt me talking about it was a violation of his privacy. I told him that I need to be able to talk to my friends about the things that go on in my life, good or bad. So I stopped telling him that I was talking to anyone, yet I continued to talk to them. I feel bad for lying about that, but also, there's no way I could have survived that situation without support. I still feel conflicted over that.
And yet I laugh when I think that I probably feel worse for talking to my friends about the traumas being inflicted on me, than he did for inflicting them.