I feel like pippin. It was more comparing how I felt. But it was not because the AP was great.
It was because I didn’t have to deal with real stuff.
There is a lot of self adulation in affairs. So that feeling of being alive was because I was able to pretend to myself I was someone younger, sexier, more interesting. It was totally about being in the role I was performing.
We have talked about how I felt like my husband was cut from better cloth than me. Seeing someone that I thought maybe I had a little more upper hand than I actually did made me feel in control. It was false of course, but it was all performative.
I don’t agree with everything Esther pearl says about affairs or all her philosophies but many people have an affair to meet a different version of themselves. That resonates with me. The affair was more about not knowing who I was anymore now that I had reached what I considered the pinnacle of my career, my kids were raised and the blank slate in front of me combined with deep burnout, felt like a death to me. I couldn’t identify it as grief, or existential questions. It was simply a transition that I was blindsided and I was armed with emotional immaturity, lack of self awareness, and generally feeling like it was time to reinvent everything without motivation or even an idea of what a path forward looked like.
Seriously, most people who I have spoken to in the hindsight of an affair can see the AP could have been anyone. The emotional climate of an affair is not the same as dating and falling in love. It’s two emotionally unavailable people who aren’t really in the others life. I didn’t know his friends, his family, or anything that brought any real context that you have in a normal relationship. You aren’t dreaming of a future usually, you are mostly just in this push pull dynamic that is nothing but chaos. And you don’t have a plan past the minute you are in other how do I Lee getting the good feelings.
It’s the cognitive dissonance that causes all the distortion. You must feed yourself stories about what you are doing that justifies it to yourself. The it must be love, It’s all a big fat lie. You aren’t doing anything but using this other person as an audience and a validation that you still have prowess.
Versus at home where maybe you feel invisible because you don’t put the effort to connect. In my case, I didn't know the best paths towards connection. To me, it was always being pleasing to him so he would want me, but the more I played the role the less I was really there. And as a result, the less he could see of me. I expressing needs would have required me to identify them.
I didn’t feel emotionally safe with my husband to be able to express them anyway. Because when I did try, they came across as vague complaints rather than stating "I need more of this". And his response was what you would expect if you are trying to reason with someone only knows how to bitch about stuff. And then if he did it then I assumed he didn’t want to, he was just trying to appease me. So there was no winning for him, and I am sure that didn’t make him feel very safe either.
Over time this shut me down.
In comes the ap, it’s easy and fun and I don’t really need anything from him other than to feel like someone wanted to do those things. That I wasn’t just the domestic partner, who is obligated.
This is all distorted thinking. And most affairs are that.
After it was over, I definitely never compared. There was no comparison. The sex was always better with my husband for example, for me the truly knowing each other, the real form of love, the familiarity of each others bodies, sex inside a long lasting relationship can’t compare to awkward fumbling, being in your head about performance- and even after I would replay my own performance only.
Because again, this is about me being wanted, enough, validated. Not really about sex. I think often betrayed men can only imagine being in it for better, different or more sex. But when it comes down to it even most male ws when you talk through it a lot of it for them is about insecurity. Pain is often more of a driver of someone having an affair than any other motivation.
I don’t know if I hit all your questions. Like Pippen, I sort of feel like what you are asking doesn’t connect for me with my experience. The last thing you asked is what if I ran into him. I would be horrified. My stomach just turns thinking about it. This is the man I was my worst self with, who did not deserve my body, time, and energy. This is the person who helped me hurt the person most precious and cherished to me. That would be a terrible thing to happen, and I hope it never does. This would not illicit anything in me but guilt , regret, remorse, shame, and horror.
[This message edited by hikingout at 9:35 PM, Tuesday, March 17th]