This is my first time posting after Jeffrey. I wasn't going to join up again but hey ho!
I've been mulling over relationship patterns in my life and until recently I had a narrative structure of pre-DH and post-DH. before Dh I had a succession of relationships with men that were not to my benefit. Then I met wonderful DH and had a (mostly) happy ever after.
Except I was thinking through those relationships and it dawned on me that the common thread, which is my behaviour, hasn't changed much and that the problems that DH and I have now come back to this element of me.
Sorry, I don't think I can explain this clearly without being long winded.
My dad was very controlling; his way or else kind of person.
As a teen I was groomed by a middle aged man. Nothing criminal occurred but it took a toll on me. I lost faith in myself, very ashamed of being taken for a fool, I could never trust anyone completely ever again etc. Hard to express it without sounding OTT. I wasn't a complete idiot but he had a way of pushing and nudging me into intimate discussions and hugging and touching in ways that weren't appropriate but made me feel in the wrong for not being comfortable iyswim
It was ages before I was ready for a relationship. Eventually at the grand old age of 21 I had my first proper boyfriend, except I just wanted a friendship (had known him years). He was another touchy feely type who kept crossing lines. I was worrying about how/where to draw the line without losing the friendship when I realised the line was well and truly crossed and I was very self conscious about not having been in a relationship that it seemed easier to just go with the flow. Got drunk (for courage) and let him have sex and never saw him again as he got married the following week and had neglected to mention he was engagedobviously friendship wasn't worth anything to him. So another example of my total misjudgement and inability to read people.
Bad date a couple of years after. I don't know what to call it. Date rape seems too strong but basically sex I didn't want. Again the same pattern of me saying no but being pushed and nudged a bit more and a bit more. We were meant to go out, but he was broke and "too proud" to let me pay and invited me back to his flat one room poky bed sit for a chat, nothing more ...arm around me...nuzzling...just a cuddle...just...just until I was trapped under him. Not worth writing about. Probably worst part was that he seemed to have no idea what he had done or why I wouldn't return his calls or texts. It's a strange limbo to be hurt but essentially voiceless because in the other persons mind nothing happened.
There's other stuff too, but cutting a long story short: met DH, fell in love, got married. He's not perfect who is? but really a wonderful person. Kind, considerate, decent feeling compelled to paint a good picture. I feel a bit like I've been sleepwalking for the last few years and I suppose I have as youngest still gets up in the night. But in the last year there have been a couple of issues that I'm now looking back on, that are sort of standing out like red flags. I don't mean red flags about DH, but more about where our relationship is headed if I keep going on as I have been.
Without going into too much detail, he asked me to do something that I was adamantly opposed to doing, that I knew would be a bad idea, that I had strong reasons for not doing. We did a lot of talking, we shared our POVs, I relented and considered it, I relented and agreed to do it, my anxiety levels shot through the roof, I did it and it was exactly as I had first thought. BUT If I could rewind time and go back I'd probably get talked into doing it again. I know that flags something really wrong in my sense of priorities.
And I'm starting to wake up and notice that this happens a lot, in smaller ways between us; we never row. We have calm discussions but it seems to me that a lot of the time I get talked around to doing things his way.
The weird thing is that I doubt he would consider me a pushover. In my head I fight my corner and I'm articulate but in most things I give way. Not in everything: I probably get my way in about 90% of decisions relating to the children.
I'm trying to figure out why. I care about his POV obviously, and I find it very very difficult to put my needs/feelings/desires ahead of his. Even when I should. I feel as if his desires/ feelings etc are somehow more valid than mine, and it's almost as if I end up trying to switch myself off at times.
I don't know what it is I'm asking for here exactly. When I look back over some of those key instances in my life, I think how different it would have been if I'd been stronger, or thought more of myself and not allowed the other person push me along.
And I keep hearing about BOUNDARIES but right now it feels to me like it's not that I have weak boundaries but that I don't have any at all.
Can anyone relate?