Your post brings to mind something thats bothered me about being a man for a long time.
Im not defending your husbands waywardness, or him giving up. Its totally understandable that you arent in love with what remains after someone shows you they are capable and motivated to engage in affairs. There is no putting that revelation back in the box, and the context of that understanding makes compromises we have made regards our satisfaction in our relationships a lopsided equation. You have every right to be done.
Males are generally raised with a handful of expectations. We are heaped with notions of honor, given programming to resist our own feelings from a young age, and are often punished, even as children, with being discarded if we are found to be weak or burdensome. Our lot in life by our recognizance is to exchange our health and time to make a difference in the world. We take huge measures of pride in the things we do in life that stands as testament against our fears that we are in fact, hurt, replaceable, and powerless. Our usefulness is often our whole identity.
But the real truth is we are hurt. We are replaceable. We are powerless. And we cant stand it. And we cant share it. We cant even fully share ourselves. We dont believe anyone would care, for one, and for two, we think no help is possible. What would happen if we did?
Well, we’d be found out. The difference weve made would be accounted for, and it might not mean shit in the present, after all the time and health weve exchanged. Didnt make a permanent mark on the world, didnt do our one job of taking care of them that matter most to us. And then, they would discard us.
Im familiar with men giving up late in life. They lose something they were holding onto for self worth and they decline. Time makes fools of us. We live shorter lives than our females. We often decline before they do.
My father wore many hats. He was a dental lab technician, and then a high school teacher, and then he built a construction company. A kind, wild soul who never let an opportunity to fix a problem for someone else got to waste. I helped him do the work for 15 years. When his health went and he couldnt build anymore, he gave up. He drank, killed his liver, got a transplant, and lived for another year. It was fucked up.
None of us understood. He hated alcoholics. His father drank and beat him. I never knew him to drink, but then……. He lost his sense of being a man when he couldnt create, provide, or have mere erections. Each of those losses compounded the others and made his sense of disability stronger.
He was just a sad thing, waiting to die, Boiled by my moms resentments that he didnt help anymore. He was powerless to get off his ass and turn it around. He reckoned that he had already crossed the river and kicked out the boat.
Im so sorry. I watched my mom stop loving my dad the same way. Now hes gone, and all she does is cry about missing him. She didnt appreciate his mere existence when the uefulness faded. And what remained of him faded away too. It was the saddest thing I ever saw.
Id never blame you, especially after infidelity, for extracting yourself.
I also wouldnt blame you for trying to get the man help. But it will only work if he finds that fight in him. And your time is limited too. You deserve to be happy. You deserve better than being tied to a sinking ship.
Bless you. I feel for you.