Hello-
I have used this phrase often about my preA-marriage.
I feel a little conflicted about this advice you have been given. I think I understand how it’s different than blaming you. I do think that if the therapist is seeing something in you that might improve your ability to connect more deeply and it helps you in your relationships from that work then that is always a worthy endeavor. I think you will find more meaning for you in pursuing that knowledge.
So, real talk.(and I will assume anyone here knows I do not blame my husband for my affair- I am just going to talk about our pre-affair marriage) because I feel if I had any true complaints about our marriage it would be the not being seen thing.
And I am just going to brain dump here of examples. It’s sort of like feeling you have this supporting role but you are never the main character?
As a wife and mother I wanted to create as much magic for my family as I could. Let’s take Christmas for an example. I would work for months picking out the perfect gifts, wrapping, meal planning, etc. Receiving gifts and things like that are low on my love language. It comes in last place. But early in our relationship he would fill my stocking or surprise me with something meaningful to me. Over the years that stopped and he stopped writing me cards and things like that. If I got something it was practical and not very personal. I think what I am trying to say here is when he did those things earlier in our relationship those things made me feel known- that he noticed things I liked or wanted without me making a list. Not a huge issue on its own, just one smof hundreds of micro abrasions that made me feel a little more invisible as they were added up. It didn’t have to be gifts, it was the lack of non-generic romantic bids.
I never had the sort of breaks to do things the way he did. He had hobbies, and started businesses, and my role it seemed was to make everything work to allow that to happen. It would be late at night and I would be cleaning the kitchen for the next day after I had worked all day, done baths, story time, homework, dinner, and whatever - I had this constant mental load. Failure to keep on top of it only meant overwhelm later. And he would come in the kitchen kiss me goodnight and ask me if I was coming to bed soon? And I would be like "I certainly hope so because I am exhausted". He would just say "don’t be too long" and go off to bed.
It would have felt so nice for him to just quietly start helping me finish up. It sounds very small, and I would always know it was small but it would have made a huge difference to me if he showed he cared I was tired and tried to carry those every day burdens with me instead of me being the default person for everything. It would have felt like a partnership rather than servitude. I served daily. He served sometimes when he thought about it or when maybe he wanted sex. Well that’s not entirely fair, he did things for us and I could have appreciated that more too. I
of course regardless, I would go upstairs and he would want to have sex. He knew I was exhausted, did nothing to help me, and now wants me to show up ready to go. God forbid I tell him no, because then I got the extra gift of him now being irritated with me.
That boils down to I would have liked it if sometimes he just noticed I needed time off or time to relax, or noticed something that I wanted to have or do that was just about me and who I am. It was as if somewhere in those child rearing years that I slowly lost my feelings of identity and he never noticed it.
In the 18 months leading up to my affair he wanted me to help him with a lot of administrative tasks with a business he was starting. And to his credit he did tell me to hire a cleaner to come to the house once a week to help offset the time. But our last child was in their senior year at school. Last year at home with us. I wasn’t a stay at home mom I was already a CEO during the day with all those pressures too. I became a robot. He didn’t ever seem to notice or care. When I would get overly exhausted I would cry and tell him I felt like I was failing in every way in my life, and he would say things like l why don’t you go upstairs and go to sleep? Or ask me if I was getting my period soon. Or maybe tell me if I keep going it will pay off for us. I ended up with sexual dysfunction towards the end of that, like some sort of female impotence. It didn’t seem like he noticed that either.
But mostly it was the accumulation of a lot of small things that said to me "I am not seeing where you are right now" none of it was big when you look at it on its own.
My husband told me I was pretty, thanked me for making dinner, told me he loved me, did most things I asked, never raised his voice, we rarely fought. He occasionally sent flowers or brought dinner home. But notice most of these things are just words. They stopped weighing as much because his actions told me a different story.
What it’s like now- earlier this week he noticed I was cleaning some of my gardening beds when he got home, which is one of my hobbies I enjoy. And he went and got the trash bags and started helping me get rid of the piles that accumulated. And as we were talking I told him for the vegetables this year I would like to get a couple raised beds. We talked a little more about where they would go and so forth and then went on. It’s early in the season so I wasn’t thinking immediate action, I was just talking. Yesterday he called me and asked me about the size and all that because he had gone already to get gravel and some supplies. I was floored he did that, and he said "you don’t seem to get excited over many things and you love this so I want to help you get it all set up so you can enjoy it for the next six months"
Those are actions. Those are "I see you love this let me help you make this happen".
If he sees me working in the kitchen late he comes and we do it side by side and talk. He always asks about my day or notices if I am quieter than usual. He now says he used to think I wanted him to read my mind but now he sees I just wanted him to notice me in a deeper way.
Also he knows me now as a person. He can predict certain things or tease me about my idiosyncrasies. When we have sex he takes his time, allowing me to relax and get into my body after a mentally strenuous day. He does things I like and not just what he thinks women like. Sometimes he will just hold me without it being about sex. He will give me more non sexual affection through the day rather than making it seem like it’s something he does when he wants to get laid.
It’s not the words it’s the actions. The investment. It’s showing me I am his romantic partner and it’s more than just remembering girls like compliments or being thanked. He is aware of my daily little experiences. He makes what is important to me important to him. It’s at least occasionally but consistently remember to do the stuff he did to woo me into marrying him in the first place. And I do the same too. It’s consideration and empathy, connection.
This was harder in the child rearing years and you all have more kids than we did. But that connection with your souse had to have nurturing, time has to be made. I hope this helps.
[This message edited by hikingout at 3:24 PM, Saturday, March 8th]