When I cheated, my wife and I had been having sex less than once a month. I loved her, but I was going crazy, and I thought that if I found a bit of sex and love somewhere else, that would make it possible for me to stay married.
Both of us had been letting the distance between us widen. I was fairly certain that she didn’t really love me. I was afraid that if I pressed the sex issue, she’d divorce me. I felt like the best I could hope for was this corporation we formed to bring up two incredible children.
I started meeting women online, and getting into these intense virtual relationships. I actually met one of these women in real life when I attended a conference in her town.
I started riding an emotional roller coaster. Really. I fell in love and broke up with six women in six months. My psyche was getting more and more banged up, and each relationship was more intense than the prior one. I also started acting much more different at home—becoming short with our children, and incapable of keeping up with what I was supposed to be doing.
My wife started worrying, and talked to a therapist friend of hers, who told her I should be seen as soon as possible. I had scheduled an appointment for a couple of months away, but the friend said that was too long, and she got a friend of hers to see me.
It turned out that I was bipolar. So we got meds and a therapist for me, and a couples therapist for us. In that year, I discovered that my wife actually did love me! I discovered that if I did some things for her, she would feel much more loving towards me. Slowly, we began to repair things. I was really happy with what was going on.
So imagine my surprise when I found myself trying to seduce someone else! Inside my head, I was saying, “this is bad. Don’t do this. Don’t screw up your life and your marriage. Why the hell are you even considering this?” It totally freaked me out, because I knew exactly what would happen, and I couldn’t stop myself.
I called my therapist to check, because I thought I was getting manic again. She agreed, and I talked to my psychiatrist and we switched my meds. This thing truly scares me, because I know exactly what I’m doing, and I know I don’t want to do it, and yet the part of me that wants it is stronger.
I don’t understand that part. I can’t imagine what it (I) is (am) looking for. What is it that I think I need? How can this falling in love thing give me whatever that is? It’s crazy.
I see questions here all the time about whether cheaters can reform. For a long time I thought that I could say it is possible. Now? I’m not so sure—at least for me.
I think there is something driving some of us that is so powerful, it is hard to turn away. I see other people saying they just have no interest in anyone other than their spouse. To me, that feels like they get married and some switch is shut off. I wonder why that didn’t happen for me? It happened for almost two decades, and then….
People say they just choose to be monogamous, like it’s a breeze. Why isn’t that so easy for me? Why do I always seem to be looking for something else? It’s not that I don’t have love or intimacy. It’s just that I have to constantly guard against being stupid again. I hate that. I wish it were as easy for me as it seems to be for everybody else.
I want to say that cheaters can change. But I can’t use my case as evidence to support that. All I can say is that I hope people can be forgiving. It’s not about cheating for me. It’s about looking for something that is missing. It’s a demand coming from somewhere inside me, and I can’t shut it down. Not easily, anyway. I haven’t done anything, because I know the danger signs. But it scares me because it is so hard to stop it. And it is so mystifying, because I have everything I want now, with my wife.
This probably sounds crazy. I’m sure there are people out there thinking, ‘what the fuck? Just do it! What’s so hard about that?’ Maybe there are people who think I am morally defective. Maybe I am. Maybe I’m sociopathic in some way. All I know is that it is not my intention to get away with something. I wish I didn’t have these desires. I do not want to hurt my wife and children. Nor do I wish to hurt anyone who might get involved with me. And still…..
I’m pretty sure that all of us—cheaters—are different. So my story may be irrelevant to trying to explain anyone else. I think that a lot of cheating is probably driven by an existential impulse. People wanting something more than they are getting in their marriage. Most don’t want to hurt anyone, and feel guilty as hell, and end up hurting more people because of how that plays out.
In some cultures—like in France or Italy or Scandinavia—it’s not such a big deal. People think it is normal to have more than one relationship. America is not like that. Cheating is a much bigger sin here than in some other countries. That doesn’t stop it from going on.
I have to question whether it means what people think it means. It doesn’t necessarily mean you don’t love your spouse. It doesn’t necessarily mean that you are a selfish prick just trying to get over on someone. It doesn’t necessarily mean, odd as it sounds, that you actually are a cheater.
Everybody has their own story, but few of them are told, because of the shame placed on folks who are unfaithful. The stories all sound like rationalizations, so you figure that you can safely ignore them, and just divorce his ass. Nothing matters other than he cheated. One size fits all.
Who knows? Perhaps you are all right. I’m just defective.