Evil Daloon to the rescue!
I have done all these things: cybersex, phone sex, and porn masturbation. I wished so badly to have a wife like @casheroo, who would be happy to have sex whenever I felt like it. Unfortunately for me, it was down to once a month, or even less. So to cyberporn, I turned.
Porn, as far as I’m concerned, is just a masturbatory aid. When I was a boy, it was Playboy and Penthouse and Hustler, and sometimes pornographic descriptions. Sometimes I just ran these stories in my head. All were perfectly fine, although porn is faster.
Eventually, my isolation from my wife grew too much to bear. I had been waiting, believing she would come back to me, but it never happened. There was one excuse after another. I had no desire to leave her, and I wanted us to stay together as a family, and so when some relationships appeared online, I went for them.
At the time, my intent was to actually meet some of these women. Unfortunately, or fortunately, mental illness got in the way. Shit hit the fan, and a lot of stuff happened, but the upshot is that my wife and I finally worked through some things, and we are connecting again, and I am much happier.
However, I drew a lesson from these experiences that most people here probably will disagree with. I don’t think relationships where you don’t meet the person are truly real.
What do I mean by that? I mean that relationships with people we have never met are about 75% fantasy. When we sit here writing to each other, we imagine all kinds of things about each other, based on few words. We don’t really say all that much about ourselves, not because we are withholding, but because they are so much a part of us that we don’t even think to talk about them. We take them for granted.
I think that people drastically underestimate the impact of in-person meetings. We gather so much information from the way a person looks, walks, talks, and expresses themseles in other ways.
Cybersex, I believe, is mutually aided masturbation. The person we believe we are make love with is 75% in our own heads, and only 25% the actual other person. As such, it has a feeling of unreality to it. You are sitting in your chair, IMing or chatting; maybe even adding video, but it’s all on this screen. The real action takes place in your head.
Having another person on the other end, so to speak, of the internet, helps a lot. It gives you ideas, and you can push each other’s fantasies, and do all kinds of things you would never do in reality. It’s fantasy. No one can get hurt. There are no real world consequences.
Except in other people’s minds. Cheating is a belief. It’s a fantasy, mostly, too. We imagine our loved ones in the arms of someone else, and that kills us. But it’s imagination, not reality. And if you ask for details to make it real…. well, I’d say you need to think very carefully before you want to go there. Sometimes it helps; other times it hurts.
Cheating is a perception. If you cheat physically, someone can see it better in fantasy. Or they may choose not to. The cheater might explain it as a one-night stand, or a drunken mistake, or as something to fill a need that the spouse is not filling. If you hadn’t been caught, the spouse might never have known.
My wife wouldn’t have known if I hadn’t told her. I realized that the lie was the worst thing. She needed to know. I wanted to tell her, in a kind of honor among thieves kind of way. I didn’t want to cheat. I just didn’t know how to bring it up. I was afraid of rejection. Staying with her while cheating was better for me, than telling her what I needed, and being rejected and divorced. I was certain she would not want to give me what I wanted, and would tell me to get out. I was right about that, in part. She won’t give me what I want, but she also doesn’t want to lose me. Who knew?
“Cheating” is a complex thing, and I believe that no one does it until they are really hurting. I think our image of the cheater is of that of a sociopath. Someone who doesn’t give a shit about hurting people.
I care a great deal about people, and I want to help them, not hurt them. However, despite being a fairly on-the-ball guy, relationship-wise, I didn’t know what to do, and I did what I could think of to get what I needed and stay in my marriage. Fortunately, the women I met were all very honorable, and one of them was so honest with her husband that she told him about her other relationships. Including me. It was her example that I decided to follow in telling my wife, and in a way, because of her, my relationship started on the path to healing.
Relationships are complex. I turned to the internet to work out some psychological problems. I needed to emulate real life experience to figure out what to do. I think the internet is more like a “what-if” kind of place than reality. It is a model of the world. We work things through here, and then apply them in the real world. Sometimes people so enjoy this working through with someone else, that they do meet in the real world, and maybe get married.
But until we meet in person, it’s all in our heads.