Adventures in Stepford
Saturday, April 28, 2007
The Bad. The Ugly.
Let's play What If for a second.






What if I were married to a man who -putting it mildly- was not nice to me over the years.

Who had been known to yell Fcuk You! Go To Hell! or call me a B!tch. Who had hit me or pushed me when mad. Who had thrown things across the room in anger.

Who made me feel unimportant, incorrect, disrespected, or stupid on a regular basis. Who, armed with his vast knowledge about me, was able to bury verbal daggers deep in my soul with pinpoint precision. Over. And. Over. And. Over.

Who was able to hurt me deeply with his words. Who attacked me as a person, the core of goodness that I am and can be.

Who scoffed at any effort I made to do something nice for him. Who immediately felt I was not doing enough, in whatever capacity, to make him happy.

Who belittled or ignored what was important to me. Who showed me less respect than a stranger on the street.

Who made me feel unsafe. Who frankly scared me in his volatility and unpredictability. Who would I see at the end of each day? The nice man or the mean man? Who made each entry to my home filled with inner dread. Who denied me a safe harbor from the outside world.

A man I could not trust to look out for my best interest if it conflicted with his. Who always protected himself first, to the detriment of my emotional safety or the marriage itself.

A man who would not guard my heart. Who would not place it on a soft pillow and keep it safe if I handed it to him. Who I could not confide in, for fear he would use the information against me when angered.

Who apologized through the years, but did not change.

Who was no Partner to me. Who did not encourage my Best Self. With whom, I felt more alone than in an empty room.

Wouldn't you tell me to Leave Him? Get The Hell Out? Have Him Arrested?








Now. What if this person is me.

My husband the abused spouse.

Harder to believe, isn't it?

I am ashamed that it is true. Mortified. Crushed. Humiliated.

He's taken much pounding. For years. He can't even pretend to trust me with his heart or his feelings. And he's had good reason to get to this point in the road. I've laid him low.

I could lace my words with excuses and justifications, and all the years I didn't see it.

But even after Seeing It, I have snapped like a rubber band right back to being a selfish, mean person. And who cares why? Fcuk Why. Half my blog is an exercise in Justifying The Why.

At the end of the day, I am proven to be irreparable. Because all it boils down to is a good man knocked down long enough and hard enough to have nothing left to trust me with.

Fair enough. I don't blame him. I cannot possibly. I've been here in this house, too.

I am toxic. Me. It's me.

And don't even fcuking comment about how awful his affair was, girlfriend, and you have every reason to be mad, hateful, or ugly.

Just save it. This so pre-dates affair.

My husband stood by me for years while I was flailing about, knocking the wind out of him.

I have focused so long on all that Is Not. Seeing the holes in the colander that drained the water out, instead of the pasta that was held inside.

His affair is the One Big Wrong Thing he did in a Lifetime of Right Things. (there are other Small things but in the interest of the Big Picture, work with me here)

By comparison, I am a Lifetime of Big Wrong Things with Scant Right Things.

Years of counseling, different therapists, journaling, prayer, have all been fruitless in changing this piece of my equation.

After I've done -or said- something mean to him, he has pointed it out to me, I have seen it (especially since December 2005) and apologized. And meant it, I promise you. But the damage was already done by my actions or words, and progress stopped. And then we recycle the pattern in some other fashion. Rinse and repeat.

I need a dog shock collar that zaps me before I'm an as$hole. To stop me from doing years-worth more damage with each incident. But I don't have that. And my Decent Person filter only works about 5-10% of the time.

And now I have a husband who doesn't trust me, won't talk to me about his real feelings for fear I will really screw him with them, and is scared of me, of what I will do to him. Has been at this point, or almost, for so long that he probably cannot separate out when the relationship was actually destroyed.

I thought cutting communication with my family of origin last year was a step in the right direction. I thought being a better, more patient, loving parent was a step. I thought counseling, praying to God, people praying for me, all these things would effect a change in my life.

I thought wrong. And I don't deserve this man to do any more 70-times-7 forgiving or trusting. If he was beating me, should I forgive him each time he hit me and come back for the next blow? No. I don't think so. Nor should he have to.

I had to come to the computer to work this out in words. To see it in black and white. I've had to stop typing several times during this post to just grieve. Hard. I fcuked up. Over. And. Over. And. Over.

I told him I wish there were more words for Sorry, like the eskimos have so many different words for Snow. I am so sorry, in a myriad of ways, but my words don't ring true anymore because my actions haven't followed up. I just want a Reset button on my life. And I don't get one.

I haven't been able to sleep. I lay awake thinking of all God brought me through as a child. He led me out of a horrible life to a road on the way to Happily Ever After. I didn't deserve it. I didn't understand it. I didn't protect it and keep it safe. I went on autopilot and ruined my relationship with the one person who ever believed in me.

And now he doesn't. Of course he doesn't.

And that breaks me open in pain and regret.

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posted by Adventures in Stepford @ 4:53 AM  
6 Comments:
  • At 9:40 AM, Blogger jacqm said…

    B_I
    finally!
    maybe now you have finally come to the place where God can help you. All this time, you have focused on your R, your H, the A, and toyed with working through your own self but its not til you get to the bottom of the barrel that God can come pick you up, dust you off, and begin to work the wonderful miracles in you that He has in store.
    realizing totally, surrendering totally, giving up control totally--that's when the way is free for God to work.
    i know you have been trying to let go. i've read your struggles, but you have to admit, your focus is still on what your h is doing/not doing in your R; how you are trying so hard, but he's NOT; you are still looking for him to step up to the plate and make your m work, for you are doing all you can do for it. He's depressed, He's still blaming you, He's not trying, He's...etc.
    stop worrying about him and what he's doing. start worrying about you. God has been patiently waiting for you. Once He gets his hands on you, then your H will see the difference and, once he sees its safe, then he might start to tentatively open up to you.
    We have to die to self, we have to stop blaming, stop expecting ANYthing in return, stop WANTING. Let It Go.
    Focus on your own self and healing your past.
    only then will happiness be able to live in your heart.
    I'll be praying for you...
    jacqm

     
  • At 2:51 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    You are a beautiful, brave person and I wish you all the best as you sort through all the bad habits and all your present-day hardships. I don't know why we don't feel God's intervention more often, or why he leaves us hanging like this... but I know that the "cure" for all this is knowing/feeling that we are loved despite what we do and despite what happens to us. I wish God would remind us of this... but maybe we just have to remind each other. You are loved. Someone up there (as well as some people down here) is cheering for you--after each argument, after each bout of crying, and after each post.

     
  • At 3:38 PM, Anonymous Mark Rogers, Ph.D. said…

    I think I disagree with jacqm's comment, if I understand it correctly. I believe that you have been agonizingly ready to have God get his hands on you, that you've been pleading for just that kind of growth grace, that your work with counselor and conscience has been rigorously self-critical just as much as it has been outward-focused.

    In my view, the last couple months on this blog have been as painful a self-confession as I've ever been privy to.

    If I'm wrong (and jacqm's right), then you should indeed turn the focus on you and let yourself get caught by divine providence.

    However, I think the blockage isn't denial or unwillingness or a failure allow pride to be broken.

    AIS, I believe you've articulated enough brokenness to choke on.

    You don't need more humility or regret, in my opinion. And you've been all but begging for grace, and taking yourself to counseling for plenty long enough for it to have supposed to work.

    So what gives?

    Maybe God has a mysterious plan, in which your broken spirit serves a greater purpose. If so, none of us have anything sensible to say about that.

    Maybe God is delivering grace through messengers or service that haven't yet reached your doorstep. And his timing will be seen to be perfect, when it ripens in its season.

    Or maybe the strategies you are using to grow don't work like you think they do.

    Example: counseling to CHANGE FEELINGS directly doesn't usually work, in my experience. Instead, what works best is to learn how to manage BEHAVIOR, DESPITE feelings. Emotional over-reactions to triggers resist your efforts to change, but you can get better and better at intentionally managing your behaviors when you have them.

    Praying for God to remove the over-reactions is like asking for a divine lobotomy. God won't diminish us, maim us, handicap us even when we ask for it.

    The brain-based systems that over-react are designed to protect us in dangerous environments. They get mis-programmed when childhood trauma is acute and chronic, and they are so designed that they don't forget.

    Bad news: some events may ALWAYS trigger emotional over-reactions. Good news: you CAN gain control over your behavior, even when your emotions are running amok.

     
  • At 7:08 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    It sounds to me like you need to get yourself into an Abuser Treatment Program. Regular counseling probably isn't enough. Even if it's too late to save your marriage (I hope not!) it's not too late to save yourself.

    Be well.

     
  • At 12:05 AM, Blogger jacqm said…

    to respond to Dr. Mark's comments and I agree with what he says, I just don't put it as well.

    i think its a shift in expectations that i'm referring to. Once the focus is off the relationship and the immediate results, then we can focus on repairing ourselves and becoming the person we need/want to be. Stop the blaming and the negative introspection of the past and move forward in faith.
    In faith, because the results are not always immediate so they seem non-existent, therefore faith is in expecting results to be there in time and moving forward anyway.

    You have acknowledged your failings. Start moving forward proactively...you ARE growing, improving and changing. Keep up the good work.

    "You don't need more humility or regret, in my opinion. And you've been all but begging for grace, and taking yourself to counseling for plenty long enough for it to have supposed to work"

    So true! That's what I meant about taking your eyes off the relationship, your husband and what he does, and concentrate on letting God heal and change you. Only then will the dynamics change in your relationship.

    You can't help but be hurt and react to your husband and what he does/doesn't do. You can't change him, you can only change you--and, thank God, that is enough!
    Remember your choice to be joyful after your accident, and how frustrated you were when your husband chose to be more negative?

    i just feel that you have been digging through the dirt of your past and your failings and your blame so much that it may be making it hard for you to move forward.

     
  • At 8:15 AM, Blogger Beena said…

    I wish I had some great words of wisdom to give, but I am dry at the moment.

    I have to say that I agree with Dr. Rogers. There are triggers that cause our behaviors. So while we can't change the way we feel, we can control the way we react by identifying our triggers.

    I'm a compulsive overeater. I understand triggers... though i'm still on a journey to discover my own.

    I believe that you are strong enough in your faith to get through this whether the marriage works out or not. I hope that everything works out well for you and that you are able to achieve the happiness you deserve!

     
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