Showing posts with label relationships. Show all posts
Showing posts with label relationships. Show all posts
Friday, December 14, 2012
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Anonymous Post - Sex after the death of my spouse
One of the things I've struggled with since my spouse died is sex. On the one hand, I've really missed the sense of contact and connection, the closeness, and the purely physical enjoyment. Heck, I also miss the idea of making someone else feel good, knowing I'm still at least capable of that, and having someone else care enough to return the favor. I'm not the one who died, and part of being alive is still noticing the opposite sex, still wanting that.
At the same time, part of me still feels more than a little uncomfortable about the idea of being in bed with someone else. I know part of it comes from having been married as long as I was. I was never unfailthful during that time. Sure, I noticed other people who were attractive, but anything beyond that would pretty quickly make me more than a little uncomfortable. It got pretty well ingrained in me that being married meant that sex was something between me and my spouse...and not anyone else. Now I'm finding that knowing that I'm essentially single again (at least as far as that goes) hasn't gotten through to that part of my brain that says that everyone else is off-limits.
So now I get to deal with being torn between wanting and sometimes hungering for someone else to be in bed with and a powerful aversion to that idea. I know that there's no right answer, that this is one of those things we each get to figure out and deal with for ourselves. No-one can give "The Right Answer" for it. And it doesn't help that in the last few years my spouse was alive our sex life was getting increasingly strained and increasingly infrequent. Thinking back on the good times we'd spent with each other in that way is very difficult, too, as the reminder of what used to be and now is gone hurts, too. Then again, so does remembering the times where things didn't work so well.
Since my spouse died, I have had sex with someone else. Physically, it still feels good. I'm glad to know I can still enjoy touching and being touched. It is reassuring that it seems like those times have been mutually enjoyable, that that part of me isn't irrevocably broken. At the same time, it feels bizarre when the old habits of what my spouse liked don't match up with who else I've been with. I've also found that I've kept part of myself shut off from them. I'm not ready to open up that much to anyone else right now. It frankly has me worried, at least at times, about whether I'll ever be able to be that open with someone again, that it'll become making love once more and not just having sex.
And it sometimes makes me wonder if it's worth it to bother at all anymore. I generally know the answer to that, especially for the long-term, but that doesn't change those times when I get tired of feeling confused and hurt and scared and angry. I hate having those kinds of feelings associated with something that can be so wonderful and beautiful. I guess that's just going to be part of working through that aspect of living longer than a spouse and having to figure out how do more than just survive.
At the same time, part of me still feels more than a little uncomfortable about the idea of being in bed with someone else. I know part of it comes from having been married as long as I was. I was never unfailthful during that time. Sure, I noticed other people who were attractive, but anything beyond that would pretty quickly make me more than a little uncomfortable. It got pretty well ingrained in me that being married meant that sex was something between me and my spouse...and not anyone else. Now I'm finding that knowing that I'm essentially single again (at least as far as that goes) hasn't gotten through to that part of my brain that says that everyone else is off-limits.
So now I get to deal with being torn between wanting and sometimes hungering for someone else to be in bed with and a powerful aversion to that idea. I know that there's no right answer, that this is one of those things we each get to figure out and deal with for ourselves. No-one can give "The Right Answer" for it. And it doesn't help that in the last few years my spouse was alive our sex life was getting increasingly strained and increasingly infrequent. Thinking back on the good times we'd spent with each other in that way is very difficult, too, as the reminder of what used to be and now is gone hurts, too. Then again, so does remembering the times where things didn't work so well.
Since my spouse died, I have had sex with someone else. Physically, it still feels good. I'm glad to know I can still enjoy touching and being touched. It is reassuring that it seems like those times have been mutually enjoyable, that that part of me isn't irrevocably broken. At the same time, it feels bizarre when the old habits of what my spouse liked don't match up with who else I've been with. I've also found that I've kept part of myself shut off from them. I'm not ready to open up that much to anyone else right now. It frankly has me worried, at least at times, about whether I'll ever be able to be that open with someone again, that it'll become making love once more and not just having sex.
And it sometimes makes me wonder if it's worth it to bother at all anymore. I generally know the answer to that, especially for the long-term, but that doesn't change those times when I get tired of feeling confused and hurt and scared and angry. I hate having those kinds of feelings associated with something that can be so wonderful and beautiful. I guess that's just going to be part of working through that aspect of living longer than a spouse and having to figure out how do more than just survive.
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Anonymous blog - I'm afraid
I realized something today. I am scared to death of losing my job. I have never been scared of that before because I have always felt that I am a great employee. I work hard, I do what I am told, make money for my company and really don't complain much. All and all I feel like I have always been a great asset to any company. I have also always been recruited by competitors but have remained loyal to my employer. All of those things have raised my self esteem, made me feel like I was a good man, that I was worth something. I know what you are saying, a job is what we do, not who we are. I know that, I have always been the first one to say that to others but now I am a truly scared of losing my job, I realized that deep down I am feeling my self worth being very tied to the job I do. I feel like if I lose my job or take a cut in pay that I am not worth as much as a man.
So the problem with this is that I am now in a relationship and this deep seated fear is causing problems. First off I am starting to think about a real future with this lady. That we may build a life together. So my fear of losing my job, my fear of losing my worth as a man, is starting to manifest itself in my fear of losing my girlfriend. Cause ya know if I cannot be a good provider than she will leave me. I know that is not true. I know that I am worth more than what I do. I know that I am a good boyfriend and who knows I might just make a good husband too one day. HOWEVER I am allowing these fears and insecurities to cause problems in my relations that are real. I am taking out my stress on my Girlfriend and she has no real idea why. I am snapping at little insignificant things which is totally unfair to her. She doesn't deserve to have me take my stress out on her. See I am really bad at telling people what I am afraid of, or what I am really stressed out about. So I keep shit like that all bottled up and then it comes bursting out at the dumbest shit and gets directed at the person I love the most. So while I know she will not leave me if I were to lose my job, I am certain, that unless I can learn to communicate better, tell her how I am feeling, become truly vulnerable with her and stop keeping all my fears and insecurities bottled up, she will leave me.
It wasn't until today did I realize all of this. I don't know why I am telling you, a complete bunch of strangers, all of this. I guess it was that I realize that in this current economic climate, how so many people can lose hope in themselves because so many of us truly feel our self worth is linked to our economic prosperity. That we are what we do. That we allow ourselves to be defined by our jobs. I know that just the fear of losing my job is playing havoc with my self esteem I can only imagine how I would be feeling if I actually lost my job. The good thing is that I realize this now. I can work on not allowing myself to be defined by what i do. That my self esteem should not and will not be tied to my job situation. I am more than that and better than that.
So if I lose my job it will suck but most importantly I have people that love me and I will find something else to do to earn a living. See I am a good employee and I guess what? I was looking for a job when I found this one and I will just find another one. Someone reminded me that "the best things in life are not things".
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