Debi, Sar & Guize ~
Sar I think you somehow magically have described about the first 14 years of my marriage!
The frustrations that go along with being left with the decision making is well~ so damn frustrating -- it was a lose / lose situation for us because if the decision was wrong or one he did not particular think was a good idea (refused to put in his opinion) the he did not have to "own any of it" there fore I was the over bearing bossy bitch and it was my fault. Now mind you he never and I swear NEVER said those words to me but his ACTIONS did. It kept him from having to be an adult. If the decision was a good one, then he felt like he could and should "depend and trust me more". STILL not owning his "Adult" part in our relationship.
Debi- about the "moving" part, I can identify. When hubby got out of the Navy I absolutely DID NOT want to leave CA. There was for the first time in our lives a sense of freedom from the sickness of our families. (Plus we had this SUPER Therapist) Of course we had to "follow" his choice in moving, I wanted him to stay in active he wanted to become reserve. I found out yrs later he did not want to stay in as his porn and prostitute addiction created such a fear in him he felt he could not stay faithful when were to be stationed overseas. What he "used" as an excuse to move us back was that he grew up not being close to his dad & did not want our daughters experiencing the same thing. (daughters from 1st marriage) -- WHO could say NO to that? Well, at least not me ---- I thought what a super man he was for thinking of his daughters needs above our own.
I really had a hard time dealing with the anger and frustration of having placed ourselves back within relatively easy reaching distance of our sicko families. THAT time in our marriage was probably the FIRST time we both openly talked about divorcing. I felt as if we had been set back in time by years -- no support to keep moving forward & constant sabotage not only by family members but his own addictions that I knew nothing about but suspected "something was wrong" (i cant tell you how many times i tore the house apart looking for his indescrections/secret) it literally drove me over the edge spending hours seeking out trying to find out what he was lying about.
**sorry if i am babbling here**
His behaviors escalated in many ways, not just the abuse of sex/porn. But in the ways of hiding and avoidance by seeking perfection. He was working full time, school full time & god forbid he not get a PERFECT in any exam. (he has been the only one to ever graduate that particular school with a perfect 4.0 (NEVER missed even ONE ? on a test) in the mean time we became homeless... Yes, HOMELESS due to a furnace explosion ALL during his "finals" I picked up the ball thinking it was more my duty to "fix" the problem as he had no time etc (read made excuses for him)... In the midst of this I had my first heart attack at age 30 -- the stress was killing ALL of us, in physical health, mental health, and our families health.
I'd like to say things got better -- they didnt they got worse, his behaviors, mine in the hypervigilance (jeeze i was even frightened to admit to my T at the time I thot he may abuse our girls)--
He kept overworking & perfecting / at one time the guy held down 5 jobs.. YES FIVE jobs. I just made myself believe (read bullshitted myself) that his "military man" in him made his behavior just and reasonable. If someone had said the word "avoidance" to me at the time I probably would have had to look it up in the dictionary and then would have fought the reasoning tooth and nail.
For our Tenth anniversary he told me he had an "affair" & the condom broke & we needed to be tested for STD's -- I knew something had been askew (that hypervigilance) i had been off on a week vacation with kiddos with GF @ the time. I came home & returned to someone I didnt recognize at the time -- mousy and couldnt look me in the eye or even want to have sex. Finally I threw a FIT a SCREAMING FIT (not recommended just me

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he admitted he had been with someone else told me the condom broke -- I couldnt even cry, being the stoic bitch that I can be -- I just put on my best tough act and told him -- choose therapy for us or divorce .... if he chose divorce no blame and no fight I would walk away easily & not expect anything I just wanted time to get a job.
He chose therapy and it was his 2nd attempt -- shortly it went by the way side with other things taking more precedence. I let it right along with him afraid of my own fears -- but never did I trust him, being a survivor myself I never trusted anyone and never did I think or even give one ounce that anyone -- and I mean ANYONE could EVER live up to my standards (read hypervigilance & critical).
I needed the control and he was more than happy to let me have it. Neither of us would take responsibility for failures or fuck ups.
We are still far from perfect -- he still struggles with the avoidance with me, and I still struggle with wanting to constantly have control. We never have been yellers, screamers fighters in our relationship -- we just sort of avoid each other until a mutual meeting or event brings us together -- we are getting better at talking to each other.
We still dont live together, not sure if we ever will --- I'm not sure what words from him have hurt me the worst regarding our relationship -- telling me that he was going to be charged with Rape, or telling me that he "fell out of love with me at about yr. 3" -- or just recently telling me "I've come to just accept that you'll probably never move home with me again"
there has been no malice in those words -- they have been truth as he knows them....
I'm feeling really caught at the moment, between wanting to help and loving my husband, and wondering if a divorce would really be the best thing for me. I wish that I could give 100% of my loving, *present* support to his recovery, no strings attached, but a significant part of me is thinking, "but... what about ME???" I want to tell him that I'll never leave him and will always be here for him, but I'm honestly not sure if I can keep that promise with no expectations. Makes me feel terrible.
The passive behavior is one I totally can relate to -- I can't say i relate to the "my way or the highway" (other than my bastard of a so called "dad")
And what of YOU?
If there were some things I could make change in our relationship it would have been 1. being more honest with my T about the fear of hubby molesting the girls 2. Giving up so much control and energy into being so hypervigilante (i think it not only frightened hubby but gave him an excuse not to deal with his own abuse)
I made promises to myself mostly that were impossible for ANYONE to keep -- It is impossible to "give 100%" of oneself to another, you must take care of YOU along this journey, it is in no way selfish or unloving or breaking any "vows" to not take care of yourself while he is healing and working his journey.
Had a therapist tell me one time as a family we needed to set ground rules -- sounded easy enough, tried it -- but quite simply we still weren't "sharing all of our marbles in the game".
I think too we are entitled to some sort of "expectations" or an outcome -- especially when it comes to matters of the heart, family and our lives. Relationships are hard work even in the best of situations -- toss in a bit of dysfunction & well you know the rest....
You've got a bit of a head start here in the fact that you know about his sexual abuse -- Please place YOU as a priority in the healing path and dont feel a damn bit guilty about it (or at least not for long) -- Your Hubby must do his OWN work, there are times he will need you and lean on you until you think you'll bust, and other times you'll wonder WHO in the hell this guy is that you married? and times that you'll "see" the man who is "inside and growing" and your own self will grow....the outcome of our relationships are never known or garrunteed -- but we are responsible for ourselves along the way....
I want to share something that for years I have hung onto -- something I read as a child, it has brought me through many a time when I thought I had no more, and there could be no more to this life..... in my words, but a story written by Charlie Shedd (a minister?)...
*** I remember going to Grandma's house as a child. They lived out in the country and had an old hand pump for water. The kind of hand pump that one had to use the first two cups of water to "prime the pump". If we forgot to "prime the pump" with those first two cups of water the well would not give any more water until other water was brought from else where to prime it. How ever if we used those first two cups of water to prime Grandma's pump, that pump / well gave a never ending flow of water. All the water anyone could ever need or use. Fresh and cool, filling us , bathing us and giving us its own sort of life.
We are like that pump at Grandma's. We need to be "primed" if we are not. Well then, we simply cannot give until someone comes along with another two cups of water from somewhere else to prime us.****
Peace Guize & Hope your days are Peaceful ones
Sammy