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Post by nolongerlonely on Jun 10, 2017 10:34:38 GMT -5
I've had those thoughts too. I think its because of the entrapment that surrounds the control and the lack of being able to make any headway not just expressing how you feel but also when you finally do, the refusal by our partners to take the information 'on board' and understand how we might actually be feeling.
So although I too have had those thoughts, they also switched to considering my own do-it-yourself demise. But I didnt have the strength to do that. I'm glad about that now though, as I have learnt (from here) that there are far better ways to deal with the SM.
(Acme products in a Road Runner cartoon come to mind)
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Post by northstarmom on Jun 10, 2017 10:44:18 GMT -5
Thinking about one's refuser's death doesn't seem "messed up" to me either. It actually is a more positive way of thinking than where many of us started out: imagining our own demises.
At least if one was thinking of one's refuser's death, you were assuming that you had the ability to have a happy life without your spouse. It's just a step from there to consider creating a happy life by divorcing one's refuser.
I sure went through those steps. Several years after my divorce, I learned my refuser had cancer. Since I no longer was in the marriage, I felt sincerely sorry for him and wished him a complete and easy recovery. I don't think I could have done that while we still were married.
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Post by orangepeel on Jun 10, 2017 10:50:07 GMT -5
My view is, TMD, that that was all about how you felt (which you can't control), rather than what you're like (which you can).
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Post by mrslowmaintenance on Jun 10, 2017 11:35:39 GMT -5
Great thread to start TMD there are some really interesting stories and perspectives here.
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Post by DryCreek on Jun 10, 2017 11:53:08 GMT -5
TMD, it's not as messed up as you might think. On the surface, if they "got hit by a beer truck" then you get a clean 'reset': the bad relationship is over, you didn't have to make any hard decisions - you get your freedom and nobody paints you to be the bad guy. I think it's more about wishing for a clean slate without the messy steps it takes to get there. Now, if you wish you were driving the beer truck... that's a different deal.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2017 12:10:45 GMT -5
there is a second half to my response...
2 years ago she had a serious accident where she was air lifted to the hospital. I stayed with her, in the hospital, and made sure she got the best care possible. She might not be here if it was not for me being there.
now she is mostly recovered, but will never be the same. I have become her care taker..
what do I do now?
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Post by h on Jun 10, 2017 12:28:08 GMT -5
Suicidal thoughts are behind me. And interestingly, wishing roommate dead too. Well, a couple of weeks ago his plane was late... I did wonder what might have happened. But the thought of my kids not having their dad was deeply sad. I'm so glad you both can say these episodes are behind you. Here's my twist on this: I can't say I've had suicidal thoughts -- wanting to take my own life directly -- but I have found myself fantasizing that I might die somehow. Example: I was on a plane, feeling very down about my marriage. Then I thought "what if this plane crashed?" And it made me very happy. I couldn't for one moment think of the devastation it would cause my wife and kids. I was elated at the joy of the idea. How f'ed up is that?!?!Unlike h who identifies with it being a self-esteem issue (being unworthy of having a sexual marriage), for me, I don't think I had low self-esteem, per se. I do think I'm worthy of a healthy marriage. BUT... I strongly identified with "divorce is a failure". So me (or her) accidentally dying was an "honorable" way out of the marriage -- no divorce required! How f'ed up is that?!?!Here's a more elaborate version of my fantasy: something is about to go horribly wrong -- a child about to get hit by a bus, or some terrorist about to shoot someone in the airport -- and I rush in to save the would-be victim, and I succeed, but get killed in the process. So I save that person, I get out of my marriage without a divorce, and I even get written up as a "hero". Triple bonus!!! How f'ed up is that?!?!There is still a tiny part of me that is resisting divorce. But the other part of me holds up this type of thinking and says: "Really? Can you honestly say you want to stay married if THIS is your fantasy?" Then that first part shrinks a little more. I was in the same mindset of divorce being failure. There is an extensive pattern of divorce in my family and I didn't want to add to the statistics. The low self esteem was a result of the sexlessness which led to a downward spiral to depression. I also had several "die a heroic death" fantasies like you mentioned. They seemed like a good fantasy to have at the time: sacrifice my own life that I didn't really want anyway to save someone else who had a chance to have a happy and fulfilled life. We aren't that far apart in our thoughts.
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Post by twotimesone on Jun 10, 2017 12:37:05 GMT -5
twotimesone , I dunno know. Is there a difference between hate and anger? In my situation, I would say that I was angry with myself. And I don't recall feeling hate toward the roommate. The difference now? I think I'm over being angry. ((Something I've been thinking a lot about the past few days; a post on topic is percolating, but didn't want to come off as preachy.)) Anger is if you got pissed off at someone and you will forget about in the next day. Hate is if you are still pissed off at someone next day.
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Post by shamwow on Jun 10, 2017 14:56:29 GMT -5
That's one thing I find curious, ironhamster. Why, if we know somebody is unhappy, would we not want to do something about it? Like have a conversation? Check in? My roommate has known for years... I begged him for help. His response? Nada. Nothing. Zip. Zilch. (Snicker) Room mate. I like that. At least mine has always had an excuse. Too exhausted after the wedding celebration, broke her tailbone on a horseback ride the first day of our honeymoon. Oral sex, a mainstay of our dating life, ended because she didn't like it. Health, periods, kids (probably the most legitimate reason,) then we got into "I'm not in the mood because you did this, or did not do this." Dayum, I tried. I bust my ass sixty hours a week at work and still help with the household chores. I've never forgotten a birthday or anniversary. I've beaten myself to death with "why". She knows I'm not happy. There is another big "why". Why does she not do anything to help a loved one that she knows is hurting? I have no answer to that, either. It is a valid question. Why matters not. When you truly understand that you will be set free.
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Post by snowman12345 on Jun 10, 2017 18:50:59 GMT -5
snowman12345I used to think I would never marry again. I thought ALL relationships were a farce. I've softened a little. Don't think I need a legal agreement. But wouldn't be opposed in the right situation. I'm curious, how do you protect against the AP being discovered? I use burner phones for all contact. I always have an alibi for being gone and I only meet my AP when my W is at work or on a trip. My AP's schedule and mine are very similar, so it is fairly easy to meet. After 4 years I have to say we have been very lucky, but cautious as well.
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Post by Chatter Fox on Jun 12, 2017 11:23:33 GMT -5
A comment on another thread triggered a memory. Early into the SM, perhaps about 4-5 years (20 is the # that will be reached this year, although official separation forthcoming). Anyways, early into the dysfunction, I made some great connections with a group of women who were providing a service to the company I worked at. One night I was invited for dinner/drinks after work. I was honoured to attend an evening with beautifully smart, successful women. Unfortunately, it would be my first and only invite. We sat outdoors on a patio beside the river in the city center. The conversation, as is curiously common, steers towards a sort of commiseration and litany of complaints with respect to our partners. Up to this point, I had not talked to anybody about my dissatisfaction with the marriage, and of my supposed partner. I listened, even lightly laughed at some of the snippets they shared. And then I spoke up. I asked, do ever wish your partner would die? Yeah. I did. Here's the thing. I didn't want him dead. I still don't, in case you're wondering. I didn't think up ways to 'off' him. I was so f'd up. I was too afraid to break a commitment I thought I had to keep. I couldn't talk to him about the shitty marriage (my feeble attempts were unsuccessful and I didn't know what I could do better to create dialogue). And obviously, I couldn't talk to other women about it either. In my misery, once in a while, I would desperately seek for an out that was simple. Like a partner dying is "simple?" Yeah. I know. It's not. I was dumb. To be honest, talking to him this past month has been the easiest it's ever been. It's not perfect. But I am steadfast in my plan to exit and he knows it. When I do broach the "uncomfortable" subject, I do it gently, with kindness, clarity and a healthy side of confidence. I am so glad those years are behind me. I am embarrassed by that awkward transaction. And to be honest, I don't think I could ever admit this serious gaffe out loud. I know you guys get it, for the most part. I think those of you that know me a bit online are certain I'm not a physcopath. It's a "good" example of the absolute and utter dysfunction of an SM. And perhaps an example of what it's like, thankfully, when the fog begins to lift. ETA - I chose to be vulnerable sharing by this post. I know it's fr out. And I'm hoping I won't be drawn and quartered for it. I know a woman whose husband died unexpectedly almost a year ago. She is someone that is close to me. I was one of the ones there when he passed away, and after he passed there was a lot of deep discussion amongst us all. This newly widowed wife says out of the blue "...you know ...I can't even tell you how many times I had wished he were dead. ...did I somehow do this? Am I somehow responsible? Did my wish somehow do this to him?". Now, of course, we all reassured her. Of course no one believed that her wishful thinking had any hand in his passing. I don't believe she truly believed that she could have even had a shred of responsibility for this happening. The point is though, that her comment was just so very stunning for me to hear ... yet also very understandable. On one hand, I was taken aback that she actually said it out loud. On the other hand, I totally get it. Her marriage was rough. I don't know if it was a SM or not. He was emotionally abusive though. None of us were surprised to hear that she felt the way she did. None of us were surprised that she wished him dead at times throughout her marriage. I think we were all a bit shocked that she actually said it though. Regardless though, even though she had days where she wished he was gone, it's evident that she misses him dearly now that he truly is gone. It's just crazy. As an outsider looking in, I can see how she is just so much better off and I think that someplace deep inside of her knows that she's better off, but she still mourns the loss. Even though he was a complete and utter unbearable jerk at times, there were good parts to him. So she really struggles with losing the good parts. There's another person I had talked to about marriage stuff and she said that she used to daydream about how her husband would die. She is now very happily divorced. I will admit. I too have had thoughts around this sort of stuff. It's not so much that I want her dead. It's just that I sometimes wonder what it'd be like if she did die. In my roughest days though, I will admit that I have had very strong fantasies of her dying. In a way, the sad part about my thoughts surrounding it are the positive things I daydream about that would be possible if she were to pass suddenly. I don't know. To me, I think that it is normal to a degree to have these sorts of thoughts. I mean, we all probably wonder what it'd be like if our spouses died. We all probably have things in our marriages that we would like to escape. If our spouses were suddenly out of the picture due to forces outside our control, our lives would change drastically. Things that were not possible are suddenly on the table. Things that bug us are suddenly not there. ...and we didn't have to make any decision to leave. It's like a decision is made FOR us. We are free of the things that we don't like about our marriage and we don't have to really DO anything to reap the benefits. I think that sort of fantasy is easy to find yourself indulging in from time to time. I personally think it's not out of the ordinary. It's probably not talked about often because I think we all feel bad or wrong for having such thoughts, but I think that the truth of the matter is that this sort of thinking goes on often. Marriage is freaking rough and I refuse to believe that anyone can say that they got their "happily ever after". I think we all struggle in marriage and we all have escape fantasies from time to time, and I kind of think that the whole "death of a spouse" fantasy / thought process is simply that. It's just an escape and a fantasy to indulge in. I do think that the frequency and intensity of these sorts of fantasies certainly tell a story though. It's one thing to just kind of wonder what it'd be like if your wife unexpectedly kicked the bucket now and then. It's a completely different thing to have daily fantasies of strangling her to death. ...or to just have many moments where you truly WISH they would just die. There's also all that gray area in between the 2 extremes. Personally, I don't see one single thing wrong with these thoughts. They are just thoughts after all. As long as they are not "plans" to do something to hurt someone, I don't see the harm and I don't personally see it as anything that I would say is messed up. I do think that these sorts of thoughts are a sign though. I think if someone really does wish that their spouse would just die on a regular basis, then I believe those are the sorts of feelings to really REALLY pay attention to. Marriage is tough, but if it's so tough that you just wish your spouse would die on a regular basis, then to me, it's time to give very serious thoughts towards leaving the relationship. To the OP, I think it's awesome that you opened up the way you did with these ladies. I can't imagine that none of them have ever had the same thoughts you did at least to some degree. It sucks that you put yourself out there with a very honest and open thought and they didn't really reciprocate. I wasn't there, but to me, it sounds like you were brave in sharing such deep and personal stuff and they weren't up for the challenge of sharing to the same level of depth. In short, I don't think you were the only one there that felt the way you did, you were just the only one brave enough to admit it and say it out loud. For what it's worth, back to my story I opened with, I didn't really share my own thoughts about my own marriage and my thoughts about wishing my spouse was dead when this woman opened up the way she did. I was just kind of taken aback and not sure how to respond. It wasn't that I couldn't relate. I totally could. I was just not feeling brave enough to speak up at that given moment. It's possible that the response you got in your story were similar to that. At any rate though, I'm glad to hear that you are in a better place about it all. I'm glad you listened to those feelings and thoughts and are now taking action. Good for you! ...and thanks for being brave in sharing all of that.
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Post by greatcoastal on Jun 12, 2017 12:19:06 GMT -5
I don't wish her dead but i wish her power and control where completely gone. I am prepairing to make that happen more and more. I am reading the book Say Goodbye to Crazy again and highlighting a bunch of it.
This also reminds me of the week after our reset weekend over a year ago. My STBX whipped out a little contract for me and the therapist wanting me to leave the house for a month so I could see what it would be like without her. With strings attached,of course. She still needed me to do all the running around of the children.
I was royally ticked. Amazingly my response was quick. I folded it up and kept it and said, " you leave, you go away for a month. We will be just fine without you. No one will miss you. Just keep your check going to the bank."
About as close as wishing she was dead, as I could get.
I also went through, in my mind, a long list of all my responsibilities that occur daily with the household and the family that she has not done in a long, long time.
I later realized her scheme had to do with abandonment and gaining tittle of the house. Be careful out there!
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Post by JMX on Jun 12, 2017 15:55:10 GMT -5
Haven't we all had this thought - even if fleeting? My sister called in the middle of reading this thread. Somewhere in the the conversation, she told me her husband boasted that his doctor said he was the picture of health. I offered her my condolences, and we had a good laugh for about 5 minutes. I have had some really deep day dreams about what I would wear to DH's funeral, how much I would cry - the things onlookers nights say: "JMX is so stoic and so strong." As tears quietly wet my face. And then, I imagine the party I would have once my grieving children fell asleep. But! Then I think of my children and that this fantasy is only because I lack the guts to make the opposite choice to simply divorce my husband. It's a daydream that gets you out of having to be the bad guy. It continues the martyrdom. So, I try not to dwell on that daydream too long because a.) it is clearly wrong b.) I really don't wish him ill, I mostly rather enjoy his company and c.) choice is a bitch, and while my closet would look lovely without his clothing in it, I'd rather it be sitting in another closet outside of my zip code. TMD - I wish for you a friend like my sister, who snot laughs with me about such dark matters.
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Post by JMX on Jun 12, 2017 16:03:55 GMT -5
One more thing and I will stop - many years ago - we were at our 8 year anniversary dinner out. I talk a lot and like to bounce ideas all the time - no filter at all.
So... Me: wow! 8 years! I cannot believe we haven't killed each other! H: yeah. (Slight smile) Me: Seriously, I mean - you understand - there are some days where I want to knock you over the head, chop you into small bits in the shower, put you in a plastic bag and bury you in the backyard. Know what I mean? H: Umm... no. Me: Really? Never? H: No, I don't think about killing you.
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Post by h on Jun 12, 2017 16:08:37 GMT -5
One more thing and I will stop - many years ago - we were at our 8 year anniversary dinner out. I talk a lot and like to bounce ideas all the time - no filter at all. So... Me: wow! 8 years! I cannot believe we haven't killed each other! H: yeah. (Slight smile) Me: Seriously, I mean - you understand - there are some days where I want to knock you over the head, chop you into small bits in the shower, put you in a plastic bag and bury you in the backyard. Know what I mean? H: Umm... no. Me: Really? Never? H: No, I don't think about killing you. Do you watch "Dexter"? I used to and my wife thought I was doing research for when I got sick of her. LOL.
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