“My girlfriend doesn’t want me.” Thoughtful advice – no glib life tips.

My girlfriend doesn’t want me. I met her in France and when I left we made plans for the future, but despite my efforts a life together doesn’t seem hopeful. I’ve Skyped her a few times recently and we ended saying: “I love you.” I sent her a letter about how I want her here for Christmas. She said she’d apply for jobs in the Boston area, and I’ve been helping her. Yet I believe she only said this (and other things) in the moment, to appease me and continue on with something else. She just keeps taking her distance, pulling back. I know her dad is her chief adviser, and she said that: “He is against me.” She’s 26 and I’m 23 – I’m aware of the age gap. I feel strongly for her and there are some things about her I wish were different. I feel there are more compatible women for me out there. Yet this woman, the French one, I am really having difficulty letting go of, and I wonder why we aren’t together, and why she doesn’t feel the same way about me. Despite the I love you’s at the end of our Skype calls, when she writes to me it’s cold, logical, friend-like but not loving. A while ago her friend said that it’s best that I just forget about her.

 

This first appeared in the Guardian

 

I’m not sure if the first line of what the Guardian printed is really the first line of your letter but, if it is, then it is an odd problem. What you seem to be saying is that you are in a relationship with someone who doesn’t want to be in a relationship with you. Someone preoccupied with ‘something else’.

 

There is a great deal of confusion here and it’s not at all clear what you are asking of the advice columnist. You seem to be expecting the columnist to agree with your girlfriend’s friend (a convoluted way of second guessing her feelings) – ‘best just forget about her.’ Though it’s clear what the friend means, it’s quite odd wording – we can’t choose to forget important aspects of our lives.

 

You say her communications are cold and flat but this letter (despite a repetition of ‘I love you’ is very cold and flat). What your girlfriend says to you directly is loving and reassuring, but you suspect that the truth is different. You have decided for her that she’s not keen, though she says she is. You suspect her of keeping her real, negative, feelings secret from you ‘to appease you’. Why?

 

You also say she’s not ideal for you anyway. I’m not sure if this is a defence against being hurt or whether the reticence, in fact, comes from you.

 

You’re aware of the age gap, you’d prefer to be with someone else, you feel her dad disapproves and a friend has suggested it’s over. She, however, says she loves you. From this letter it sounds as though you don’t love her but for some reason you don’t dare to accept that and you’ve projected your own doubts and fears into her. There is no other evidence of her reticence. Only your private fears.

 

The fact that she is older and that her father disapproves shoves your whole issue into the Oedipal arena. You have strong feelings for mum though you know it’s not going to be a fruitful relationship in the long-term and know someone else would be better for you. She provides you with empty-seeming platitudes ‘to appease you’ while she gets on with ‘something else’. It’s easy to imagine a busy mum fobbing a needy child off with affectionate words that sound empty. Dad forbids the relationship in any case.

 

However, your fear that perhaps mum doesn’t really love you is important. Might that be true? Do you fear that your actual mum isn’t as loving as you’d like? Very obviously I can’t know this from your letter but I suspect that’s right. Mum says she loves you and you hope that she does but that Dad is a bit forbidding so you never got close to her. However, there is a nagging doubt that she doesn’t love you, dad or no dad.

 

The ‘my girlfriend doesn’t want me’ is such a devastating beginning and I wonder if you feel very rejected indeed by your mum? Are you even adopted? Okay, going a bit far now with the extrapolation. I also wonder what ‘French’ means to you. From your letter it seems important that she’s French. A happy family holiday when you DID feel loved? A French birth mother?? (I know, I know).

 

Anyway, it seems you don’t really want to continue the relationship with this woman. A defence against being dropped or a projection of your doubts into her, I can’t know (of course). But I think this is about your own doubts and fears about being loved in a very fundamental way and has little to do with this woman who you yourself feel is unsuitable. What you can’t let go of are your deep-seated issues about whether or not you are loved by, I think, your mother. That is probably the button that this relationship is pressing and is why you’re so confused. Your feelings of loss and being unloved have got mixed up in your relationship with a woman about whom you are only able to feel, at best, ambivalent. You probably unconsciously selected her as ideal for this psychic purpose.

 

Why are you guessing at her feelings and writing to a newspaper instead of talking to her about your fears? Because your fear of rejection is so extreme and because it comes from an infantile place that cannot articulate the terror.

 

Proper advice via Skype or email: anna@blundy.com

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , | 1 Comment

‘My brother won’t forgive me for having sex with his daughter. What’s wrong with him/the world?’

I’m 59, amicably divorced from my wife, with whom I still live. We’re best friends and have no problems. 

Four years ago, I met a wonderful German woman on the internet and visited her every fortnight.

Her daughter was then 12 and we grew fond of each other despite her initial hostility to her divorced mother having a new man.

Last February, I left their laptop logged into my emails and the daughter discovered that for three years I’d been on dating sites and met a couple of women. 

I suppose I’d been wondering if there was anyone local to me, but half-heartedly because I truly adore Anya. 

Her daughter went crazy and told Anya, who went mad too. She’s forgiven me but her daughter hasn’t. So we meet secretly for 24 hours once a month.

 

It was a stupid mistake on my part and I have been utterly devoted and faithful since, but the daughter refuses to forgive me and Anya is frightened she will find out.

I miss her daughter terribly and wonder why children/young adults cannot forgive mistakes. They make them too! Living with this is really screwing me up.

Another problem is this: my older brother has three daughters. Thirty years ago, the older one Hattie (who was 18) came to spend Easter with me — still single then.

We had a few drinks, went to our separate beds, then I invited her in to mine. 

We were intimate but did not have intercourse. Next morning I was pleased that she seemed very happy and not embarrassed.

She went home and I rang every two weeks to chat with her. She was always fine. Then I did something really stupid — got drunk, wrote her a letter, posted it. 

I have never recalled what I said, but when I visited the family two weeks later, Hattie refused to talk to me. Apparently, she told her sisters and mother that I had tried to rape her, which, of course, was a lie because she wouldn’t have waited six months to tell! I know it was the letter that triggered her reaction.

Since then the family has refused to talk to me — although my brother was perfectly civil at our mother’s funeral in 2003. 

This separation from my family has caused me so much pain as I adored him and his girls. 

I try to live with the fact that these people won’t forgive me, but it is so hard and has caused me huge distress, excessive drinking etc.

I have my drinking under control now, but live with this permanent cloud of sadness. 

My mother taught me to be forgiving and compassionate towards those who make mistakes. 

I guess that’s old fashioned now. Do I just have to carry on grinning and bearing the pain? You reap what you sow, and so on.

The things you bat away are interesting. We are supposed to see the ‘no problems’ line and ignore the fact that you still live with your ex-wife. This is the first very odd thing in your letter that you ask the reader to treat as normal. ‘See? I behave normally and everyone else goes nuts!’ is your pitch.

So, in the first line we meet a woman who is asked to accept a strange situation and not make a fuss about it. Maybe, as you suggest, she really does accept it. But do you tell her about your other relationships? It seems immediately as though women are by default people from whom secrets are kept. Your emphasis on forgiveness and your resentment about not getting any is extreme. The word comes up a LOT. I wonder what this is about.

Anya and her daughter then emerge. Somehow Anya’s daughter gets as much attention in your letter as Anya herself – in fact you talk about yourself and ‘the daughter’ growing fond of each other and don’t describe the relationship with Anya. Both of them went ‘mad’ ‘crazy’ when the daughter (not Anya) found out you had been dating other women.

Perhaps you are very understanding as to why a young girl might be protective of her mother, you just don’t mention it. But, what I hear, is you feeling absolutely innocent and unfairly accused. One might imagine you unconsciously wanted to be discovered and, therefore, left your emails open to be read. But, in fact, it seems more as though you really thought you had nothing to hide. You seem not to acknowledge the feelings of this girl at all and yet somehow she is pivotal to your letter. She doesn’t get a name, but it turns out you ‘miss her daughter terribly’. This in itself seems to be overstepping an ordinary boundary, since you were only visiting fortnightly.

The idea that you are baffled (again) by the inability of the young in general to forgive mistakes is a bizarre defence against truly acknowledging the hurt and betrayed feelings of this specific girl.  

But you aren’t finished with young girls and their boundaries. And this one is branded a liar and hated.

Your insistence on your own lack of responsibility for all the pain you cause seems to be genuine. ‘I adored him and his girls’, you say of your brother and his DAUGHTERS, and yet you slept with one of them. You insert Hattie’s age in a possibly unconscious bid to prove you did nothing illegal. If she was 18 then it is true, you did nothing illegal. However, for a girl who has grown up knowing and being close to her uncle, to be seduced with alcohol at a young age must have been extremely disturbing. That you then persistently called her (Again fortnightly! Your relationships seem to occur at intervals) wrote her a drunken letter, instead of getting help for your apparent alcoholism and predatory sexual behaviour around young girls is also striking. That you claim she is lying about your trying rape her, the evidence in your mind being her only bringing it up after six months is, frankly, frightening.

You seem unable to understand that the rest of the world perceives your behaviour as unacceptable. You blame your family’s lack of understanding of your sexual behaviour for your depression and alcoholism instead of seeing that you have very serious problems to address. 

You say your mother brought you up to forgive people their mistakes. Are you suggesting that you trawled for other women on the internet and had sex with your very young niece by mistake? Do you honestly believe you’re just an old fashioned guy with high Christian standards?

On one level perhaps you do. On another level you wrote to a newspaper columnist asking for help and advice. This suggests that you do know how serious the problem is. And perhaps you also know that the problem is not the inability of others to forgive you.

I wonder if your inability to perceive the boundaries of sexual behaviour is something you were brought up with? I wonder if your feeling of being punished and isolated when you don’t really understand what you did wrong is familiar to you from childhood? Were you unconsciously punishing a favoured brother by sleeping with his daughter? Were you always in the wrong and he always in the right when you were little? Was there even some sexual abuse in your childhood home or, perhaps more likely, sexual behaviour that bordered on abuse but was presented as normal? Perhaps leaving your emails available for a child to read was an unconscious punishment for her initially rejecting you? Did you want her, on some level, to know that she wasn’t special, that she and her mum weren’t special to you? And now you are meeting her mum behind her back – another punishment.

Young girls are a problem area for you to say the least. Your mind is a frightening and boundaryless world. Is there a younger sister in your family, I wonder? The dynamic of the way you think is hard to grasp at. 

Another thing I wonder is where your wife fits in. You live with her but are not in a relationship with her. Does this make her a mother figure? Are you really punishing mum with all your secret betrayals?  

It’s honestly very difficult to think about what you’re up to because you present as so baffled yourself as to the behaviour of others at the same time as cataloguing some deeply disturbing behaviour of your own, apparently without shame.

I think there is a level on which you are ashamed and confused by your thoughts and feelings but you are hoping that the columnist you wrote to will say you are just an ordinary guy who’s made a couple of mistakes and that the world is mad and over-reacting.

I’m sure she didn’t.

ps. It’s amazing that your inability to remember what you wrote in the letter allows you to assume it was innocuous or that the abused girl’s reaction was inappropriate. Your denial is extreme.

pps. Another thing that gets batted away is your mother’s death. You mention it as an aside but it was perhaps a catastrophic event for you or, at least, your brother.

Proper Advice from a psychoanalytic perspective via Skype or email: anna@blundy.com

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

“My boyfriend spends more money on his wife than he does on me. Upbeat advice, please.” No glib life tips here.

“I’m 55, single and have been involved with a married man for more than five years. The same old story. My life and relationships haven’t been too good. At 22, the love of my life cheated on me. At 25, I went into an unsuitable relationship and he died a few years later. I suffered badly.

At around 40 I decided to start trying all sorts of alternative medicines and practices. I came out better, but still vulnerable. At 50 I met a married man in a nightclub. Mac told me he was unhappily married.

He phoned the next day and I went with him and his friend to dinner. I was happy to leave it at that, but he phoned a week later saying he had left his wife. We started going out.

To cut a long story short, he goes back to his wife every three to four weeks to make sure she is OK. He takes her to London to visit their adult kids every six to eight weeks.

He disappears on these trips, turning his phone off, and then reappears to make sure I’m OK. He is pleasant but has a nasty side. He gets verbally abusive when I complain. He says it’s his duty to look after his family. Although neither of us is good-looking, he criticises me so much I feel ugly.

He pampers his wife with a top-of-the-range car every two to three years and an allowance higher than my salary. I’m treated like the wife of 30 years; she’s treated like a mistress.

I didn’t see him for seven months in 2008, then he contacted me just before Christmas. We met for dinner the following night, had sex and he went home. In January, he contacted me again with promises to leave his wife, set up a life with me, etc.

He’s since denied this, getting very nasty with me. We scream and shout a lot, so I don’t know why I hang on.

To shock myself and try to put an end to it, I said if he wants a mistress he can start paying me. He responded with £2,000 in cash. I’ve posted it back to his town flat.

He normally pushes me away after sex and gets away as quickly as possible. He refers to me as ‘the likes of you’ and points out all my problems.

He now says he’ll never divorce. I could have met other men in the past five years. I’m so angry, hurt and down – to have allowed an obvious cheat to continue to abuse me.

What I’d like to know is why we women cheat on other women? I have always longed for a loving relationship – done counselling, life coaching, hypnotherapy – but still feel I’ve been left out of the loop of love. I need some upbeat advice please.

 This letter first appeared in the Dail Mail. 

My Thoughts:

In some ways this is an odd letter. Of course, it’s not such an unusual story and you’re clear about what you want in reply. You say you want ‘upbeat advice’. You’ve tried everything else, so you just want someone to tell you how to find love. ‘Take up a hobby? Trust the universe to bring you the man you need? Stay positive? Ditch the love rat, have some self-respect – you deserve better!’ That kind of thing?

But if that’s what you really want, why write to a newspaper advice columnist? Why include the humiliating detail – the payment, the being pushed away after sex, the verbal abuse?

Then there is the martyrdom – ‘I could have met other men in the past five years.’ This begs the obvious question. And yet, you didn’t.

‘The same old story’ line suggests you are bored with yourself, that you don’t really expect anyone else to be interested either. You don’t feel worthy of proper attention.

Bizarrely, you complain that someone cheated on you over thirty years ago. Whilst the death of the next lover must have been very sad, you don’t say you were sad for or about him. You say you “suffered”.  Suffering is important to you. And, again, this was a very long time ago.

In this story there are now 15 missing years, to say nothing of the first 22. It seems you measure out your life in the betrayal of men and nothing else gets a mention. Work? Friends? Suddenly you are 50 years old and in a night-club. Of course, his line that he’s unhappily married is a cliché, but perhaps there was an attraction – the ‘unhappy’ part. He said he was trapped in an unhappy situation and that struck a chord with you. His announced unavailability was, obviously, another trigger – he was going to feed your masochism. And he did.

Now there is a lot of detail as to how he treats someone else better than he treats you (mainly in material terms – you can’t imagine real intimacy, so the relationship is translated into cash), how terrible he makes you feel. Though you are obviously looking for sympathy (the shocking detail), there is something very foot stampingly jealous going on – “She gets better stuff than me.”

I would guess, going out on a wild limb here, that you are reenacting something. Perhaps you felt left out of your parents’ marriage or perhaps you lived with your mum and a new boyfriend who ignored you and lavished her with gifts. Either way, you seemed to imagine that being ‘the mistress’ as you put it, would make you feel powerful. Finally you are dad’s special one and mum is denigrated. But, in fact, you have been left out again. Your audible exhaustion (if you can hear text) seems testament to the fact that you are used to being neglected in favour of someone else, that this is familiar to you. This could also be a reenactment of sibling rivalry, but actually it’s got a more Oedipal feel.

However, this could be your hatred of a favoured sister – you keep putting out more and more and more (mainly sexually) in an effort to get dad’s approval (gifts?), but you just get more humiliated.

There is a hideously cruel and telling line at the end of all this. “I’m treated like the wife of 30 years.” The cruelty, you will be surprised to hear, is yours. Somewhere in your mind is the idea that a wife is to be criticized, belittled and betrayed and a mistress is, in your mind, supposed to be adored and showered with gifts at the expense (expense being a key thing with you) of  “the wife of 30 years.”

The money aspect is so interesting. You sent him his £2000 back as if that wasn’t really what you wanted (which on an unconscious level it perhaps isn’t in the end), but most of the letter is a complaint about the amount Mac is spending on his wife. You do seem to feel he should be spending money on you, essentially paying you. You mention he pays her an amount equivalent to more than your salary. This angers you. Part of you believes you are for sale and feels humiliated at the price he puts on you. You list this man’s (clearly very grave) faults and then berate yourself for staying. But you did stay.

Like so many people writing letters like this your strategy so far has been hope. You hope he will completely change while you sit still. Of course, as ever, the only person you have some very slim chance of controlling is yourself. He has a relationship with his wife and children and he abuses you. You are angry with everyone, including yourself (but mostly others).

But then you ask a brilliant question – why do women cheat on other women?

The simple answer is, they don’t. He is cheating on you or on his wife, depending on which way you look at it. It is up to him to be faithful or not, not up to you. It’s too easy to see these situations as a woman seducing a man to cause harm to another woman. Or is it? Is that exactly what you intended to do? Hurt the mother by seducing the father? Hurt the sister by seducing the father? Your rage at the preferential treatment his wife gets is greater than your rage at his abusing you. You wanted to be a mistress in order to triumph over a mother figure but you find yourself the abused, lost, little girl over and over again.

It is this little girl who needs some attention now. It is interesting that you start your story at 22. I suspect the key to your self-destructive and masochistic behaviour lies in a period long before that. Whilst there isn’t, of course, a loop of love, you have felt unloved, undersold and, more importantly, unlovable, perhaps all your life. It’s these early feelings you will need to grapple with before you’re able to be close to someone who is not going to play the sado-masochistic game to which you’re addicted.

Thoughtful Advice for Real Change via Skype or email: anna@blundy.com

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

“My husband says I don’t turn him on any more. I can’t get over it.” Thoughtful Advice for Real Change

My husband, 64, and I have been together for 34 years. We love each other, laugh a lot and enjoy the same interests.

He is my dearest friend — but, sadly, no longer my lover. I asked him why we didn’t make love any more, thinking it might be all the tablets he has to take or perhaps just stress.

Stupidly, I asked him to be completely frank. His reply has upset me so much: ‘Well, to be honest, you just don’t turn me on any more — I guess you just got a bit old.’  

 

After the hurt came the anger – I told him he was balding, pot-bellied, insensitive and too stupid and uncaring to know when a white lie was called for

It’s left me devastated — like a hand grenade thrown into the heart of our marriage.

I wasn’t imagining I’m gorgeous, but I’m 59, slim and still reasonably pretty. And I can’t seem to get past that remark.

Especially when I read about men who have been married a long time who still find their wives as lovely as at first.

You see, if he’d said I was too fat or bad tempered or didn’t make an effort — I could have done something about it. But I can’t help getting older.

I said I’d never enjoyed sex with him anyway, so was now relieved to know how he really felt. Oh dear!  I might have grown old, but not grown up…

Every time I buy a lipstick or visit the hairdresser or paint my nails, I hear his words.

I do it for myself but it was always to please him, too — but now it seems pointless. It’s not even truly that I do want sex — it’s that I want him to want to.

He wishes he hadn’t said it and could turn the clock back and is trying hard to put it right.

But now if he pays me a compliment I accuse him of sarcasm.

In past strong exchanges of views, we’ve said regrettable things but always forgiven. Why can’t I get past this? Must I resign myself to never making love again? Have an affair?

When I threatened that he said; ‘Well, it looks like I’ll have to step up to the mark.’ (I ask you! Don’t force yourself!)   

I can’t afford a facelift. As I was typing this, he sent me a text saying he just wanted me to know he loves me. I replied, ‘No you don’t. I guess I just got a bit old.’ Not helpful.

I wish I had your wisdom and dignity. I wish I wasn’t so hurt and angry. I wish I wasn’t so intent on hurting him back.

I wish I wasn’t so immature. I wish I wasn’t so old.

 

This letter first appeared in the Daily Mail.

 

My Thoughts:

This is a very moving letter and there are various things that are surprising about it. It’s strange that you expect to get over this – it was a devastating thing to hear and I’m surprised that you’re surprised that you’re angry. Perhaps what was most hurtful was the intention to wound which must have been there for this to come out of his mouth. Then there is your fixation on outward appearance, his and yours. You say everything’s great in your marriage, but you obviously haven’t had sex for a long time and it simply can’t be about what you look like. You so much want to believe that it is in some ways. And then there is the last line – ‘I wish I wasn’t so old.’ Again, the feeling that this is to blame, taking his words at face value. So a face lift might be the answer? 

 Of course, he has said a terrible thing and it is hard to imagine this being easy to get over. But it can’t have come out of nowhere in the way you suggest.

On first reading of the opening paragraph one can hear only your husband’s cruelty. However, what is slightly less glaring, but nonetheless present, is your own. I wonder how it sounded when you confronted him? When you write ‘all the tablets he has to take’ and ‘just stress’ there is a tiny, very subtle edge of derision. Also, you assumed the problem had nothing to do with you. Odd in itself.

 

If he is taking a lot of medicine one assumes he has conditions, perhaps related to age? ‘Just stress’ sounds as though you would not be very understanding about stress as a cause for lack of libido? I wonder if, in your tone, he heard accusations of being too old and ill to have sex? And I wonder if, unconsciously, they were there? By the sounds of your subsequent attack on his looks, it seems he hasn’t looked after himself as well as you have looked after yourself. (Outward appearance only – again).

 

You say you are best friends, so it’s not unlikely that he already knew what you thought of him physically before you said it all. Is it possible that you feel he is too old and ugly for sex and that he knew that and it came across in your tone when you confronted him? I do understand that you have been very hurt by his lack of interest, perhaps for a long time, but I think you are possibly less in touch with your own lack of interest in him, despite having told him about it after his wounding comment. You say yourself that you don’t want sex, you just want him to want it. Could he have been aware of that all along?

 

I think what has happened between you has got all tangled up. You find him old and unattractive. He is aware of this. You are then worried that maybe he finds you old and unattractive. You are devastated by the aging process (and you say you spend time on your appearance so this really matters to you) and you take it out on him unconsciously, then he refuses sex, or feels castrated by your (perhaps unspoken) criticism and is incapable of sex. Then when he said you’d got too old, your own fears and feelings all came back at you and felt unbearable.

 

You say his comment was like a grenade thrown into the heart of your marriage, but I suggest the grenade was already there in your own fear of ageing (and ultimately dying), your feelings about him as an old man and your fantasy of being physically desirable. It sounds as though you were told you pretty growing up, that your value as a person rested mainly on your appearance. Whilst you were clearly devastated by his nasty remark, the idea of his lashing out at you because of insecurities of his own, because of how he knows you view him, doesn’t crop up in your letter. What you write is: ‘How dare he not fancy me? He’s ugly and I’m still attractive!’ This is all about you and how you would like to be perceived. You threaten to have an affair and are appalled at his unsatisfactory response. You find him unsatisfactory (and he surely knows this, is castrated by it) but concentrate solely on the idea that he is not satisfied by you. You cannot bear the idea that you might BE unsatisfactory and can only think here of your physical appearance. Might he not feel derided by you?

 

I am thinking about what you didn’t say. You confronted him and demanded he be honest. But you weren’t honest. You asked him to explain why you weren’t having sex, but you don’t entertain the idea that he may not know. And you didn’t say; ‘I’m upset because I feel as though you don’t fancy me any more and I’m so miserable about getting old, looking old.’

 

Or perhaps you did. But in your letter you tell a story of a pathetic old man making an unfairly cruel remark to a capable and attractive woman who then attacks so violently (the grenade thrown back but much harder) that she worries things will never be resolved. The suggestion that this might be sorted out if you could afford a facelift is almost brilliant. It’s such a perfect illustration of how superficial you imagine the problem to be. It’s not about what you look like. It’s about what you really, truly think of him and what you demand of him. Whatever it is (and it’s your fantasy of manliness, I think), he feels inadequate and incapable of supplying it and is humiliated by your continuing to ask. Then, when he is openly cruel you attack, perhaps expecting him to magically make things better. But he can’t. And you seem to be waiting for something to stop you minding. An impossibility in the face of a statement like his I would have thought. 

 

You write; “I wish I wasn’t so hurt and angry. I wish I wasn’t so intent on hurting him back. I wish I wasn’t so immature. I wish I wasn’t so old.” This is very moving and also very telling. What you are saying is that you wish reality would go away because you don’t want to accept it. Unfortunately, there is no choice. You are hurt and angry, you do want to hurt him (as he wanted to hurt you), you are immature and you are old. None of these things is bad – simply true. And we can all understand that you wish things were otherwise.

 

Proper Advice via Skype or email: anna@blundy.com

 

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

“Everything’s crap. I want to kill myself but what if people think I’m selfish?” Thoughtful Advice – no glib life tips

I am 54 and feel life has ended and it’s time to go — killing my memories with me. 
Yes, I am married to a man who loves me very much, but I feel numb about that. He has never fulfilled all my dreams. He was my first boyfriend and we married after I got pregnant at 19. 

We went on to have four children and now have three grandchildren, but life’s events have left me in a black hole I cannot get out of. I want to lie down and go to sleep for ever, leaving them all to live their lives without me. 

There is no future for me to look forward to.

This depression has arisen from events, some caused by my family, which have affected me deeply. I grew up alone as a child with domineering parents who lacked the intelligence to know that what they feared most for me was happening under their very noses. I’ve suffered sexual and physical abuse when growing up, and bullying, poverty, mental illness . . .

Looking back, I wonder where I got the strength to deal with it all. But the thought that life would get better gave me hope. Instead, I faced more trauma.

The relentless anxiety of having to deal with it all left me exhausted and bitter. I have lost all faith because I never felt any spiritual assistance during 34 years of hell. 

Now my children have their own lives and I’m barely involved. I’ve tried to recapture some of the hope I felt when younger, but it is futile. Those dreams have gone for ever and this makes me sad.

I have no sisters and my husband cut off all contact with his family years ago, so I have no one to talk to. Working full time, I was unable to help my daughters-in-law after the grandchildren’s births — and anyway they’re both very attached to their own mothers and don’t want to spend any time with me. 

I care for my disabled daughter and mother, too, which meant friends gave up on me because I was always at one hospital or another. At work, I am well liked, but people see me as an aunt or mother, not friend. I’ve had counselling but it does not work for me.

I want to end my suffering, but feel guilty about what people may say about me when I have gone.  Nobody knows my story. I am the Pretender, who goes into work and talks up a wonderful, fulfilled life. How can I kill myself without people thinking I’ve copped out? 

They’ll all say: ‘But she was always smiling, always bubbly, loved her grandchildren, husband and children.’ 

The life I once dreamed of when I was a young girl was simple, but came to nothing. I am only too aware that I’m looking forward to old age, illness and misery. Can I end it all without people thinking I was selfish or a horrible person?

This letter first appeared in the Daily Mail. 

My thoughts: 

The first thing that’s striking about this letter is that you have written it. You’ve written an angry letter to a benign Daily Mail newspaper columnist asking whether or not you should kill yourself. You put your argument forward in a way that demands a counter argument. You already know what her answer will be. So, what you are actually seeking is encouragement, someone to be stern-motherly and tell you to pick yourself up and soldier on, to point out the things you say about your loving husband, your colleagues, your children and grandchildren and repitch them at you in a positive way. That is what your letter demands and yet you point out that such a response would be useless. So you’re saying; ‘I want help but you can’t help me. Please can I kill myself? Oh, I know you won’t even let me do that. Puh.’  On the one hand you say you’re suicidal, on the other hand you don’t seem to have taken your state of mind seriously and gone to see a psychiatrist or proper therapist. So, it’s a major problem or it’s just a ‘cop out’. You honestly don’t seem to know. 

Though you are obviously depressed and should absolutely seek help, I don’t think you are as suicidal as you say you are. Clearly a GP would be obliged to take you at your word and that’s a good thing, but just reading this passionately angry letter, concerned about the opinion of a journalist, the opinion of friends, acquaintances and family and saying how blind and stupid they all are – this is not someone about to kill herself. This is someone who wants to kill a lot of other people but, that being illegal, you want to take revenge on the fools by killing yourself. Trouble is – will they get it? That’s what you’re really asking.

 

It’s going to be extremely difficult for you to get help for your real depression because you are not someone who is allowed to need help.  You didn’t get your needs met when you were little (you say so) and, in order not to feel the pain of that, you have always met other people’s needs, never needed anything yourself. However, the projection of need into others didn’t work, didn’t stop you needing the care you have never managed to get (because you haven’t been able to ask). Even here, you’re not asking for care. You think you’re asking for permission to commit suicide, or you are really asking to be told not to. But that’s not real care either. 

That combative first paragraph expects the reader to knock your arguments down rather than listening to what you have to say. You don’t expect anyone to listen to you, so you don’t give them anything real to listen to. You feel the need to win an argument with someone very unforgiving. The sentence beginning ‘Yes,’ is where you start fighting this imaginary, unsympathetic person who is saying; ‘Oh come on! Your husband loves you! Stop moaning!’ You say you feel numb about your husband but that is not true at all. You are angry with him for not fulfilling your dreams, for getting you pregnant and marrying you, for preventing you from marrying someone else (as though you were entirely passive in all this, and everything else – things just happen to you).

The paragraph about your depression is a desperate one. You clearly do feel awful and exhausted, burdened and responsible (I don’t want to diminish this), but also angry. Your parents ‘lacked the intelligence’ to protect you – pretty damning. Your list of the horrors you experienced is just that, a list. Your parents let you down and exposed you to bad stuff. Whilst these things must have been truly awful, the way you describe it all dismisses it as though it can’t be helped, blocking questions, help and sympathy. How could anyone be sympathetic with so little to work with? You expect no sympathy and so dismiss your difficulties as intractable. 

Then some martyrdom – ‘I wonder where I got the strength.’ This, however, is followed by some truth at last. You feel ‘exhausted and bitter’ and that is what very much comes across here. But then you accuse the world again immediately, complaining that it didn’t assist you. Your children apparently reject you and here are these dreams again. The dreams your husband prevented you from fulfilling. Daughters-in-law reject you, colleagues like you but not in the way you want to be liked. You resent your mother and daughter for dragging you around to ‘one hospital or another’ instead of allowing you to make friends. Oh, and the counselor was crap too. 

Finally, we get a glimpse of what is really going on. You are ‘the Pretender’ with a capital P. What a pretence it must be, as there is no sign of anyone smiling or bubbly or loving in this letter. Only rage and strange talk about the ‘dreams of a young girl’ (basically that girl stamping her foot, angrily). Obviously, I could start talking about 54 being young, old age not being miserable for everyone and spouting the banalities you expect and request. 

But it does sound as though your anger and resentment at the cruelties of the world somehow keep you going, somehow just about keep your very real depression at bay. You always pretend to be happy and well. You take on a great deal of work and responsibility while simmering with anger privately. You feel selfish and horrible for having suicidal thoughts but…do you? What you have described is a crowd of selfish and horrible people who surround you. You complain that nobody knows you but you say yourself that you don’t let anyone get to know you because you’re constantly faking. Or is this some real insight – the reasons you want to kill yourself ARE spiteful (selfish and horrible) and part of you knows that?

You could feel better. You could enjoy some areas of life. You could feel fulfilled. But it won’t be easy. You won’t have all your girlhood fantasies fulfilled. You won’t change anyone else. But you could learn to be honest with yourself and others and, instead of worrying about what they think of you, be more honest about what you think of them. If you can understand your very powerful defences against the world, your anger and what you feel to be enforced passivity, take some of the armour off some of the time, let them know you, you might get real support and friendship from them. But do you want to? Not sure at all.

Proper Advice via Skype or Email: anna@blundy.com 
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

“Shall I expose my conman husband and other lying, cheating, abusive gay men?” Proper Advice from a Psychoanalytic Perspective

I’m 47, married at 30 and thought I’d made a great choice in my husband. I didn’t go for looks or superficial things like some of my friends. I didn’t need love at first sight. I chose someone who seemed to be a good person: a friend whom I grew to love.

Over the years, however, he started to get very moody and nasty and I had to tread on eggshells, as did our two teenage children. We had no sex for the last two years; it was infrequent before then. But he could be good company and from the outside we seemed the perfect couple.

A month ago, my son went to use his father’s smartphone and found links to a gay website. He then searched and found a second mobile phone. On it were dozens of explicit texts from men my husband had had sex with. It’s been a complete bombshell.

I’ve found out that gay men often marry (an estimated four million in the U.S.), but when their lust for men doesn’t go away, they take their anger out on their wives and children and make our lives unbearable.

My husband is in complete denial, saying he isn’t gay, but it’s a ‘tiny part’ of him — despite it being important enough to risk, and lose, his family. I’ve told him the marriage is over and he’s moved out. I feel I’ve been the victim of a conman, yet we’re still on friendly terms, unable to detach from each other properly because we have our own business.

I’m trying to minimise contact, but we still text and see each other a few times a week.

Although I grieve, I’m also staying positive, keeping busy, exercising, reading about how to deal with break-ups etc. There must be so many women (and men married to lesbians) who are suffering like this. Though devastated, I am pleased my son saved us from even more years of misery.

But it does seem to be the case that when these lying, cheating, abusive gay men finally come out they are lauded as heroes and no one even thinks about what they’ve done to their wives and children —damaging our ability to trust.

Obviously, I’m only talking about gay husbands who trick their wives, not about gay men who live their lives bravely and honestly.

So far I’ve been telling people he cheated on me and they assume with another woman. How much should I tell other people about what he’s done, considering that he intends to stay completely in the closet and could possibly trick another woman in the future?

This letter first appeared in the Daily Mail.

My Thoughts:

This is an amazing letter. Obviously you feel terribly upset and betrayed, but the rage and aggression here is striking. Your ultimate question is not ‘how do I deal with life now?’ or ‘how did I end up in this situation’ but; ‘How much revenge can I get away with?’ There is barely a hint of feeling in any way responsible for events in your own life or, indeed, of sympathy for the man you once loved. Of course, you are angry and writing to a newspaper is your first step in exposing your husband as the fraud you perceive him to be. Revenge.  But where are you in all this? It is as though your long relationship is meaningless simply because of the gender of the people with whom he has slept.

The first paragraph is a deeply odd one. You sound very pleased with yourself for your ‘good choice’, suggesting that it was pragmatic, that it showed you in a good light. Your husband is a passive figure in this ‘choice’ of yours. You announce that you are not shallow or giddy. Then you immediately go on to say that, in fact, your husband was not very nice privately (something you later attribute to his sexuality though you doubtless know some straight people who are not very nice) and that your sex life was always unsatisfactory. Facts you apparently chose to ignore or to brush under the carpet.

Then your husband is ‘found out’ by your son. Again, he is passive (I keep thinking about his ‘tiny part’). He never tried to tell you (if you are always this aggressive it’s hardly surprising) and in having a second phone, he seems to have wanted to keep his encounters with lovers private – perhaps to protect his family? Immediately you lump him with ‘an estimated four million’ other men, stripping him of any personality of his own and ignoring what he actually says himself. Obliterating the real person entirely, you boot him out and see him as little as possible.

Your own shame at his bisexuality (I am going to take his word for it) is paramount, the collapse of your relationship secondary. I wonder why you have lied about the gender of his lovers to your friends? And I wonder why you feel tricked and lied to simply because of the gender of your husband’s lovers? If they had been female would you feel similarly deceived?

You use the word ‘tricked’ many times, as though your husband decided to mock you by marrying you. There is no hint of a suggestion that you understand that someone might be bisexual or gay and also love you and want to build a family. I’m not saying you should stay with someone who has been serially unfaithful – but it is so striking that it is only his gayness that really seems to bother you.

So, what is going on with you?

Your tone is very defensive, aggressive and derisive throughout. You look down on your friends for going for ‘looks or superficial things’ and for ‘needing’ (!) love at first sight. I wonder if this really was the ‘choice’ you make it out to be. You stress your autonomy a bit too much. Perhaps the good looking rich guys weren’t interested in you, perhaps nobody fell in love with you at first sight? Is your ‘choice’ in fact a defence against a (VERY) well-hidden feeling of inadequacy?

You went for a friend with a low sex drive because this was less scary than a great bit hairy lover, a good-looking, wealthy Alpha male who wanted a lot of sex? Perhaps you are actually very frightened of men for reasons that you do not divulge? I suspect you are much less angry and butch than you want to sound. Someone whose rampant sexuality you didn’t need to fear might have seemed to you a safer match. But then he scared you anyway. You say he was ‘moody and nasty’ and you felt anxious around him.

Being ‘the perfect couple’ on the outside was enough to make you stay, perhaps because you feared being alone, or rejected? Or, I suspect, because you had no idea what a real couple might be like, real intimacy. I get the impression you are quite a lonely figure masquerading as a hugely sociable one.

When the ‘bombshell’ hit you were unable to process your feelings about it but simply investigated ‘similar’ betrayals so as to be able to label your husband and push him into a statistic – to strip him of a real personality. It’s fascinating that you say ‘my husband is in complete denial’ because, in fact, you are in complete denial, unable to look at what in you made you choose to be with this man and what made you stay despite very obvious problems.

You describe yourself as a victim, say that you have been conned and tricked. Then you seem embarrassed by this and feel the need to stress you are ‘staying positive’ by, essentially, being manically active. You come across as a rather castrating personality (‘tiny part’) with high expectations of others and very high expectations of yourself.  You don’t want to be perceived as a victim or as having failed. You are defending yourself against enormous grief but also of shared responsibility for the end of the marriage, with anger and homophobic hatred. If you can make him the ‘other’ then you feel you can hate him with impunity.

But imagine he’d been unfaithful with women. You’d feel betrayed, yes. Your marriage would likely be over, yes. But would you then be able to share some responsibility for getting into the relationship, for its grave deterioration, for his need to resort to secrecy when he couldn’t talk to you or you to him, for its lack of real intimacy?

It is too hard to see past your rage and try to imagine what early situation you might be reenacting but I have to suppose it must involve feeling ‘tricked’.  Wildly going out on a limb, I might imagine that you felt deeply deceived by your father and perhaps even frightened of him (a good looking, highly sexed Alpha male?) and you unconsciously chose a man you felt couldn’t deceive you in this way and yet, at the same time, one who inevitably would.

Your last line is fabulously disingenuous. Are you seriously hoping to expose your husband as gay in order to protect his next female partner? Your need to maintain the moral highground while smearing your husband (fecal matter here?) is again too much of a protest. ie. ‘It isn’t MY fault!’ But until you understand that it is half your fault (and I don’t mean that you weren’t sufficiently pleasing sexually, but that you were half of this empty relationship) then YOUR next relationship will be full of your own trickery.

Proper Advice via Skype or email: anna@blundy.com

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

“Wife of 22 years or new-ish lover? Help me make a choice!” Thoughtful Advice from a Psychoanalytic Perspective. No Glib Life Tips.

Slowly sinking into hopeless depression, I hate my despicable situation. I’m 46, in a 22-year relationship with the most attractive woman. We have three children: 15, 17 and 20. When the kids came I loved every minute but it was tough on our relationship. She felt isolated and lonely and the arguments started — with her constantly threatening to take the kids away.

I put all my time and energy into working and made our house fantastic to make her happy. But I always gave in to pacify her, so she wouldn’t want to leave. Over the years, this was to be the catalyst for my gradually disliking her and wanting to leave myself — even though I still love her dearly.

My main problem was our sex life. I was and still am highly sexed. She never was — always a problem but early on I was blinded by love. We’ve had many rows, discussions and even silence, so I’ve left her alone — but can’t hide my disappointment. I was faithful, despite chances of sex with other women.

At my age I began to think about the time passing. I recently worked for someone I had an instant connection to. Over a few weeks, we grew close and discussed my relationship. I expressed my unhappiness and my plan to leave when my youngest was 18.

I really liked this woman. Despite her terrible time with her ex, she was so gentle and understanding.

The job ended, she hinted at no-strings fun and so it began. It seemed perfect — until she told me she had a date. We’d agreed she would remain free to find a suitable man, but it hit me like a ton of bricks.

I realised I’d fallen for her — and everything changed from fun to heartache. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing this woman to someone else. It wasn’t just sex. She was my soulmate. She felt the same and didn’t go.

I left my partner and am now living with my mother — my head completely messed up. Having wanted freedom, I never stopped to think of its effect on everyone I loved. I hate myself for lying.

No one knows about my lady-friend. My turmoil begins with this choice: either go back and give my partner time to change her ways — or choose life with this new woman. I find my partner more sexually attractive than the new lady, but she touches my soul.

My children understand I need time to sort things with Mum — but I’m desperate. Knowing I must say goodbye to one of the ladies makes me cry. I tried Relate but they could see I wasn’t fit to be there, so I’m about to see the doctor to get some counselling.

In a perfect world I’d return to my family, but I’m afraid things will just go back to the way they were and I’ll have lost my soulmate.

Please help me make the right choice

This letter first appeared in the Daily Mail. 

My Thoughts:

The first line of your letter is the clearest and most honest (though you are not ‘slowly sinking’, you have sunk). You are depressed and hopeless, you say. Then you launch into great confusion. Your wife is ‘most attractive’, a bizarre description of a person. You ‘loved every minute’ of the children’s presence, though you say your wife was isolated and lonely and you were arguing to such a degree that she threatened to leave. You ‘gave in’ in order to make her stay and then began ‘disliking’ her, though you ‘love her dearly’. Sex was ‘always a problem’ and you told your new lover that you were unhappy and planned to leave your wife.

It sounds as though your relationship with your wife was fraught with problems all along and that it was never a rewarding relationship for you. You give the impression of having been crushed by your long marriage and you say fairly straightforwardly that you felt rejected physically. It was apparently a pretty sadomasochistic relationship, one in which you were always trying to please and appease an angry, depressed and castrating figure. You have stayed in the hope that things would somehow improve (i.e. that she would completely change) and you are now considering going back in the hope that she will have magically changed during your absence.

It is fascinating, of course, that you are now living with your mother. It seems likely that she is the template for this woman who cannot be pleased but in whose thrall you must remain at all costs. However, you don’t say this so I’m guessing. But your relationship with the second woman, your ‘lady-friend’ (back to the odd language regarding women – ‘most attractive’ wife), became serious when she too threatened to leave you. Your fear of losing these women seems to be the very thing that keeps you in the relationship, not the quality of the relationship but the anxiety surrounding loss. You now say you hate yourself and your ‘despicable situation’ as though you are guilty of some terrible crime that came out of nowhere. Why do you hate yourself for working hard for many years at a rewardless marriage? Why do you take 100% of the responsibility for what went wrong?

The guilt you feel seems to be part of your masochism. It seems possible that your mother demanded a lot of you and always left you feeling that you had failed, that you might lose her love and care by your failure to please her. Then, having failed, you punish yourself for not being good enough, feel guilty about your own shortcomings, never standing back to see that pleasing her was a fantasy, she would never be pleased. You perhaps grew up believing that if you could do enough then she would finally transform and accept and love you. That is, that you could change her by your behaviour. She perhaps encouraged you to believe this (of course, she may have believed it herself) thereby trapping you in an endless effort to try harder, be better.

Now you say you are in a position of making a choice and you are unsurprisingly paralysed. This is an omnipotent fantasy in which you assume all the responsibility and face all the guilt. Neither partner can really satisfy you but you must choose one or the other in this strange God-like way. And this power terrifies you, makes you desperate. Whichever way you turn the wrath and misery of one of these mother figures (both keeping you in by threatening to leave you) will be wreaked upon you. In an effort not to acknowledge your own chronic vulnerability at the hands of these three (I think) controlling women, you imagine yourself in complete control.

Of course, you say you are depressed, hopeless and desperate. You have been to Relate and you tried to counselling. These facts suggest that you are well on your way to understanding that the problem is your own. You feel buffeted by fate, conspired against by circumstance, pushed into a corner. However, you have carefully constructed all these dynamics from the point of marrying someone whose sexual needs did not match your own and who early on began to blame you for her state of mind. I would suggest that understanding your early relationship with your mother and allowing yourself to be vulnerable and in chaos, seeing the reality that you don’t have ultimate power over the lives of your women (terrifyingly) and that you need help yourself (as opposed to choosing which of them to ‘help’) might be a good start.

NB. it’s interesting that you chose to write your original letter to an older woman who would be likely to smack your bottom, tell you how selfish you are and send you back to your wife. More masochism in the face of a castrating woman.

Proper Advice by Skype or email: anna@blundy.com

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment