I have gotten beaten up by a few here who said what she did was the "real" her, but don’t buy it. I knew her intimately for over 25 years before the affair and she wasn’t the screwed up sex crazed person she was during her weeks long affair. Doesn’t give her a pass, but she really wasn’t herself.
I can see it kind of both ways.
I feel like a lot of the ways you describe your wife would match closely to what my husband would say about me. I honestly was as good of a wife as I could be. I was agreeable, loyal, understanding, helpful, thoughtful, took great care of everything and all the things. It’s who I wanted to be, and that came for a long time from an authentic place. After a while it felt expected rather than appreciated, and so I would look for other ways to impress him to get the recognition that I used to.
The harder I tried the less energy I was putting into exactly the things you said - hobbies, passions, outlets. If I had those, and took less on so I could nurture my soul in that way, I would still have had a relationship with myself. I had no idea what I might like to do with my time now that there was more of it. I doubled down and found more things to bury myself in because one of my bad coping skills was keeping myself overly busy.
That’s during the time I am constantly doing things for 12-18 hour days 6-7 days a week for about a year and a half. Some of this was driven by anxiety and OCD. Still, it didn’t seem appreciated. It wasn’t appreciated because he was not the one requiring it. I felt he no longer loved me. But I sure would keep me around if I were him. Why couldn’t I like him have a wife like me?
These were my thoughts, but a lot of it was irrational. That’s where I wasn’t myself.
However, It was always me to bury my head in tasks, allowing me to escape from reality, from my emotions, etc. it was always me who felt unlovable even though there have been clearly more memories over my marriage of feeling loved than not.
I never looked at other men or thought things about them. I mean maybe I might think an actor is attractive, but that was the extent of it. Being open to flirting was not like me. Not even a little bit. I always felt completely devoted to my husband.
What was like me is to deeply need validation. I didn’t know how to give that to myself. All my validation in my career, at home, with school, with my parents was a result of a lot of hard work. And it only counted to me if they appreciated how hard I worked.
I never lied to him once until my affair. Yet as a teen I was quite a liar. Never about anything that meant anything, a liar for no reason. Just to make things sound better. I became self aware of it and made myself stop. So in that sense, I could be a liar, I had shown I was capable of it. Yet this lying remained dormant in me for twenty years until I wanted to use it to make believe I was this other person. And suddenly, I am in this place again trying to make everything sound better than it was. It felt like another version of me, I sort of wondered which one was me.
I didn’t know because again, I didn’t have that kind of relationship with myself. All I knew was this felt exciting and I was soon willing to trade my soul to the devil for it. It was the best I had felt in a long time. But it was all made up, who I was being was all made up in this big lie playing out in my head. The addiction was to the lie.
The hyperesexualized version of your wife that you described, this was her living a different version of herself. What that version was or how it was orchestrated I can not tell you.
But what I can tell you is that in her crisis mode of no longer knowing who she was or who she wanted to be, this was her trying out a version of herself that did exist. Whether she preferred that version is doubtful to me. Why? Because even if we don’t feel in touch with ourselves, who we are most of our life is most likely the version of ourselves we liked best. You knew the predominant her, when she was sure of her role in this world. When she became disillusioned with where she found herself in midlife, she acted out something different that likely she had some experience with earlier in life. Perhaps a past boyfriend that used her sexually for example. Midlife crisis is about revisiting your youth and the using the framing of it to imagine your life differently.
I don’t know if that helps explain why it was her, but maybe not a her that she liked. I was back to being a liar to sound better than I was, but that is a version of myself that I parted ways with decades ago. That’s why I agree with you about midlife crisis.
[This message edited by hikingout at 2:56 AM, Thursday, May 16th]