Mickie, you mentioned earlier in the thread that you don't and historically have never been able to tolerate inequity and a perceived or real imbalance of 'power' in a relationship. If that situation presented itself, and would not/could not be resolved, you ended the relationship.
I feel you, Sister. Ditto here.
That was one of the most difficult parts of finding out that my husband stepped over the line years earlier, and (I believe him) never did it again.
He felt so abjectly miserable and guilty he self-corrected.
We had other problems over the years, early due to immaturity, and all throughout due to FOO modeling, but he never even came close to a repeat on romantic/sexual cheating.
However, I totally feel you here because strangely, even though I've always believed the above to be true, and I have no reason to doubt it, and *I tried very, very hard to be grateful for it* (which in and of itself is a bit of a mind fuck- I'm going to work at being grateful that my husband, even though he enjoyed the living hell out of it while it was happening, felt guilty enough afterwards that he never did it again, I'm going to work on myself until I am thankful for that... WTF?)
... for a loooooong time, I'd say for a solid year and a half easily, it did not feel like it was enough.
I felt that power imbalance *acutely* and *non-stop.* It was like its own particular brand of misery for the first one and a half to two years.
*Every single advance or bid or opportunity I'd turned down, of which I had previously been quietly proud for turning down, played in my head as an alternate selection in my collection of mind movies, and seemed to mock me.*
Can I say this plainly? I am still an attractive woman and I get *plenty* of attention but I am no longer a young woman.
The lost bloom of my youth mocked me as well.
While I *absolutely know, no doubt in my mind* that I could cultivate and avail myself of opportunities for extracurricular sex and even relationships, at my age, honestly, I saw it not so much as a matter of integrity (although a small portion of my sanity spoke ever so quietly but clearly through the maelstrom of my rage and angst to remind me that I'd already lost enough, I didn't need to throw away my integrity with both hands too) but as a matter of, practicality. Prudence. Not crapping my own bed in a myriad of other ways by introducing all sorts of wild cards.
Also, in my/our case, the actual infidelity was so many years ago that 'evening the score' in the present seemed non-sequitur and even ridiculous. I found myself unwilling to take personal health, integrity, marital status and thus financial risks over some stupid, immature thing my husband did years earlier.
In short, by not acting, I was choosing to act in my own best interests. I firmly believe that this was possible because the infidelity was so far in the past, because it was literally a single incident, never repeated, because it was relatively trivial compared to other situations common here, and because I am a much older woman now with much in the balance.
If it had been a full blown ongoing affair, or repeated infidelities and ONS, or a behavior pattern, or more recent, or if I'd understood the truth of it years ago, who knows what I might have done in response during that initial one and a half years?
So I absolutely have empathy for the crazy making of the power imbalance.
I suspect that you and I are a lot alike in this particular area in that the power imbalance is its own particular affront. I think it has to do with my own FOO issues as well as some baked in personality traits.
Perhaps there is one very useful thing to come out of this:
Perhaps having your own experience, with all of its issues and guilt and squicky feelings and weirdness and feelings of personal loss of integrity and innocence is showing you that your husband didn't really 'get one over on you.'
What he got was a butt ton of stress, guilt, shame, insecurity over his marriage and his finances and the future, a self inflicted blow to his self-esteem, etc.
I know what it's like to be in the maelstrom. My husband was telling me all along that even though he got caught up in the moment and it was intensely erotic while it was happening, it is NOT something he looks back on with pleasure or arousal now. It's actually a shame inducing memory. Rather than being something he fantasizes or even thinks about, it's something he actually buried for years. The guilt and shame and realization of the squickiness of the situation actually kinda makes him physically ill when he thinks about it.
I couldn't hear that. Not for a solid 1.5 years. I didn't hear a damned word after "intensely arousing," which my husband only told me by way of explaining how he got into it up to his eyebrows and continued along with it, without thinking.
It took almost two years for me to truly believe and absorb that this was not a pleasurable memory, nor overwhelmingly a net pleasurable experience for Husband, nor a 'got one over on me.' What actually happened there was a pretty major self-inflicted emotional and psychological wound for him. He literally swept himself at the knees with stupid.
I will add here that I can finally hear my husband when he describes that, and believe it. It is a relief for him, but important to note, it's a relief for me as well, to *finally* have empathy and sympathy for my husband. This enables me to feel less defensive and more loving, and I no longer feel that a power imbalance exists.
I kind of suspect you have experienced the same thing. You could not perceive the true 'down side' for your husband until you helped yourself to a slice of it and had a taste.
I am truly sympathetic and empathetic for both of you.
As far as disclosure, I believe you are going to have to do it, and completely,
but I strongly encourage you to do so with the assistance and direct involvement of a therapist who specializes in and/or has extensive experience in infidelity.
You both with benefit from professional navigation through this process.
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