More thoughts on safety in relationships. More of a journal thread I guess. If someone finds it helpful, that would be great. I'd also appreciate insights anyone may have as well. I'm looking at changing my thought patterns as the well worn ones don't serve me well. I'm at the point where my thinking/reasoning brain knows certain things and I've got tools to override and break patterns manually. However, it's just not gelled on that gut/emotional brain side yet. Yesterday I was starting my monthly (yay for being female) and the progesterone drop causes me to go deep into depression-saps my emotional energy and makes it nearly impossible to function. Kinda like a little reminder of my post partum days.
Anyhow, the "post partum" monthly visit got me thinking and ruminating on the vasectomy (one sided- my depression was awful and despite my pleadings not to, BH went ahead with it. AFTER 1.5yrs of affection and touch deprivation- my 2 main love languages). Since I'm approaching 40 and my family sees menopause around 43/44 (I'm 39), each period is a reminder of my impending infertility. It doesn't help that my cycles are becoming irregular w/ spotting, shorter/longer, hot flashes beginning and weight gain happening. I'm planning on seeing a dietician at my GP to get a grip on how to eat now I'm in perimenopause. I also plan on starting to run again- want to do 10k race at 8min mile pace is the goal.
Anyway, despite my efforts to be healthy and despite knowing that having another child right now is likely a VERY bad idea, I found myself mourning the loss of future children. I felt it was stolen from me by BH. I felt so degraded as a woman and mother. We married after I converted to Catholicism and I took my new beliefs seriously- we did NFP successfully, avoiding pregnancy and achieving it successfully. It was difficult and tricky to do, but it was working. I wanted more once I had the post-partum under control. I felt lied to and betrayed by his vasectomy. I felt the sacramental fabric of our marriage was destroyed by his actions. I felt coerced into it as a SAHM with a vulnerable mental state. I felt abandoned, discarded and degraded by his stonewalling.
He was overwhelmed providing and dealing with small kids and my mental illness. He had his struggles and was encouraged/pressured by his dad who had a vasectomy too. I am not without sympathy for that. He felt desperate as my going on BC was not really an option- it just increased my depression when I was on it in college. AND it was against my beliefs AND it's considered a carcinogen by the World Health Org. And cancer runs in my family. So, he did the best he could for us with what he had.
From that point on, I felt our marriage died. I felt his attempts of being a good Catholic were a lie. His denial of the harm he caused me, his denial of there being anything wrong spiritually with what he did, made him a hypocrite in my mind. The finances were a hot mess too. He ignored my difficulties with the foreclosures and tax auctions. He minimized the impact of utility shut offs and me feeding spaghetti, pbj's and ramen to our kids because we needed diapers and couldn't afford better. He even complained that I didn't dress nicely when all I could afford were cast offs from friends, my mom and the occasional gifts from family of clothes. I couldn't dress myself as I liked because we could barely keep the lights on and afford food.
In short, for many years, I had an unsafe home, an unsafe husband (someone who gaslights you and lies to his family is unsafe) and a husband who refused MC.
All this came up again yesterday as I was mourning the loss of the babies I hoped to be able to love.
We were discussing these things and I brought up how I wished I filed for divorce sooner- during his EA with D (our friend). How I realized the marriage was truly dead and my mental breakdown ensued. I wished I had the strength to do that as it was the only way I now see as appropriate to have kept my integrity and begin healing. This upset BH as he feels manipulated by my previous D papers. The only reason I stopped the D one year after DDay was because he got into IC (that was my condition of continuing the M- he was becoming abusive in his anger).
I haven't felt safe in the marriage for over 10yrs. BH hasn't felt safe since DDay (2.5yrs). He expressed hurt, anger and his sadness over the loss of security. I deeply relate to that. It hurts me to see him in the same spot I was in during my post-partum days (and really right up to and past the A). He's done so much to allay my financial insecurities and has worked so hard to understand my need for emotional security (around him and other women). He's been so understanding of the sheer amount of struggles I have on a daily basis. It is amazing to me the strength that he has and the dedication (unearned) he has shown me.
I hate what I've done to him and hate what I have and am putting him through. I am so ashamed of myself (no longer for the A, I have forgiven myself for that and am working hard to change- something I am proud of myself for). I am ashamed though that he is tied to such a difficult, broken person. He doesn't deserve this. Even before the A I would tell him how I wished I would die so that he could move on and marry someone who deserved him and he could have a better wife.
My husband brought up how he felt that resorting to divorce to obtain an end is evil. And that it's never acceptable to use evil to manipulate a situation. It's funny, because that is EXACTLY how I felt about the vasectomy. For me the divorce was a boundary- either he gets help or I'm out. I'm not going to continue in a relationship where one partner isn't participating in their own healing. It would be interesting to see in the years ahead if he can develop empathy for this. That his pursuing of an evil to manipulate our marriage did exactly the same thing to me as what I did to him with the divorce.
I think I need to rework my understanding of the whole vasectomy thing. Instead of seeing it as only an evil that my husband forced upon me, perhaps I can meet him halfway and understand that for him, the vasectomy was a boundary. Just as my divorce papers were a boundary.
BH now feels like our marriage/relationship are conditional. I think in some ways that started with the vasectomy and completed with my A and D papers. I think the whole sacramentality (covenant- absolute commitment like God's unconditional love and care for us) was killed with the vasectomy. At that point, it was a one sided marriage- he got what he wanted and blatantly ignored/belittled the damage he did to me. I completed the work with my A. I'm wondering though, aren't all relationships between broken people this way? I mean, I think God wants us to aim for perfection in all we do, to keep striving for it, to not give up on it, but I have to believe that He knows what we are. I mean, He was one of us for a while and He made us, right? If you make anything, like a craft project, you'll know every stitch or nail you put into it and have deep intimate understanding of what you've made. Why would it be different for God? I mean, He knows we're not going to make it on our own. I don't think He judges us for it anymore though- do you love the sweater you've knitted any less because there may be a skipped stitch?
I guess where all these ramblings are going is, yes, marriage is conditional, especially when it's taken out of its original bounds (vows made). I don't think anymore though that a broken M can be any more irredeemable though because of that. Guess I'm saying I have hope and faith that things will get better with time and work.
I've seen my BH starting to understand what happened in our M, I'm seeing him wake up to his own inner workings and failings and struggles. It's not going to be an easy road. The more he's working toward self knowledge, the more I see him breaking down his interior walls, the more I am respecting and admiring him. I'm beginning to feel safer around this man who is growing gentle, becoming more self aware and this man shouldering his own cross. He has grown so tremendously it is breathtaking some days. I have hope for our M because of this- that I'm seeing these things and that he's beginning to see them too.
I don't think empathy for another is possible until you're able to empathize with yourself. BH has been so very closed off to his interior life (or at least has so closed it off to me) that I couldn't trust him enough to empathize with him. Even if I learn to trust him and love him as he deserves and his trust never comes back for me, even if he does decide to leave, I think I can make peace with the fact that all this suffering has not been completely wasted on either of us.
And now I'm crying. Not in hurt but relief. Thanks for sticking with my novel.