Rummaging around through some of the old boxes in my mind’s attic and came across something I see very differently now, metaphorically trying on that old wedding dress….
When I had begun dating XWH, I had just come out of a relationship where the guy just couldn’t seem to bring it across the marital line. It’s what ended the relationship and felt like time wasted. That was never going to happen again! (Forest vs trees failure - gear up the lesson, round two).
After six months or so of exclusivity, I told XWH that I would not waste my time if it began to look like we weren’t progressing toward marital commitment…that there would come a point where we would move on. We discussed what would be a reasonable reevaluation time and I set a date. I thought this was practicing good boundaries.
He drove it right up to the deadline date. I mean, we’re talking the very weekend. I felt like he was playing games (funny that!) and specifically made other plans just days before that weekend. It angered him. I felt empowered. (Boundaries! I shall not be runneth over! He will taketh me seriously!!) He proposed a few days after.
My word, was I foolish!! Because what he literally demonstrated to me is that he would only do what he had to do to keep me.
And such was my marriage. Always on the edge of losing me. Just a matter of where I was going to draw the line…and my ability to convince him that I was really serious. Worth also mentioning that my ability to hold that line became exhausted by his repeated attempts to always push it just a little beyond that…. It seems almost funny now to think, Fuck compatibility (bc we rarely fought) - it was a GD war zone!
Obviously the R period wasn’t going to be any different.
How did I miss this? How did I feel like I was practicing good boundaries - when I missed the point of actually needing these kinds of boundaries? Why did it not matter more that my boundaries became the stopgap for his behavior - rather than his own lack of an internal moral compass? (Or his values, priorities, etc for the other less deplorable behavior).
How would any, all, of it had been different if I had moved from a position of self-protection (with all that boundary work)…and instead just been an observer to who he was? Allowed him to just show me who he was - without the "threat" that my boundaries posed to that.
Perhaps I would have known.
Perhaps I just didn’t want to know.
Perhaps my boundaries were less about my own values and priorities (and truly reflective of my own self worth)…and perhaps they were more for the sake of molding him. The goal that was less about who he really was…and more about who I really wanted him to be.
It seems so simple and obvious now.
So perhaps - in the last of the "perhaps" - this late realization for me will serve someone else now in the moment.