A few days ago, this article showed up in a Facebook friend’s newsfeed.
Go ahead and give it a read, we’ll wait.
Back? Okay then. We’ll begin at the beginning, and go on ‘til we come to the end, then stop.
First off, “I can’t believe I used the word boobs in the title of this post”? Yes, you can. You can believe it quite easily and completely because it was a deliberate attempt to drive traffic to your blog. I know this because it’s the same reason I used the word “tits” in the title of my blog post. The Internet has scienced this thoroughly and concluded that posts with titles that contain any alternate word for “breasts” receive approximately 317% more views than all other posts. You know that as well as I do, so please stop dissimulating like a nine-year-old who just dropped her first f-bomb on the playground. We don’t write blog posts so no one will read them. Own your words. Oh, and FYI, “boobs” in that context belongs in quotes, not italics.
Second, stretch khakis should not be a sin. I don’t know about your ass, but mine is pretty big. I need stretch pants. They are the only pants that fit me properly and still allow me to move. And “hot” never needs to be spelled with a double T. In any context. Ever.
But enough with the nitpickery, and on to the real topic at hand.
Your first concern is whether or not your husband is looking at the bodies of other women. Well, allow me to put that concern to rest for good and all by assuring you that yes, he absolutely is.
Your next concern is whether or not he is sometimes comparing you to these other women, and I can give you the same assurance. Yes, he absolutely is.
Now, before anyone goes too far down the “holy shitstacks what a heartless twat throwing this woman’s insecurities back in her face like that I’m not reading any more of this cruel fuckery” path, please read just a bit more to see if I can’t redeem myself by letting you in on a little secret.
You know who else is looking at other women, and even occasionally comparing his life partner to them? Brad Pitt.
Yes. Not even Angelina Jolie, arguably one of the most beautiful creatures the universe has ever seen fit to create, is an exception to this very simple rule. The rule is, everybody looks. Which, by the way, also means that Brad Pitt isn’t an exception either, because Angelina Jolie is looking too.
Everybody looks. So when you make statements like “my husband was in solitary confinement from social media for two days to protect his eyes and heart” what you’re really saying is “my husband took drastic action in the hope of making me believe something completely unrealistic, which is that he would never ever as long as we both shall live ever look at another woman with anything even vaguely resembling a lustful thought in his head”. Which is, in a word, bullshit.
You say you’re “fighting for your marriage”. May I suggest, as one human being to another, that you fight for a marriage built on realism and truth rather than escapist techniques and impossibilities?
My guy and I have been together for going on seven years now. He looks at photographs of beautiful women all the time. Of course, part of that is because he’s a photographer, but while he could just as easily pick up lighting ideas and various other stylistic whatnotteries from photos of things other than beautiful women, most of the time he doesn’t. Because in addition to being a photographer, he’s a guy who likes looking at beautiful women.
Women who are a lot younger than my 44 years. Women who are a lot more boobacious than my B cup. Women who are a lot taller than my 5’ 3”, and a lot blonder and a lot less asstastic and and and and and. I could go on for a day and a half about all the things I’m not and still not finish the list. But what I am is the woman he comes home to every day, and falls asleep next to every night.
And would I be surprised if someone told me he was cheating? No.
I would be shocked. And demand proof of his supposed crimes against our relationship. And if you showed me a picture of him shirtless on a bed with a naked woman, and he said “oh yeah, that was a light check, the stand-in flaked” I would accept that without question. You show me photographic evidence of actual intromission, and I will have questions. Until then, I trust two things; he’s going to look, and he’s not going to act.
And so am I.
And that is how things work in the real world.
Your husband is going to look at other women, he is sometimes going to compare you to other women, and he is sometimes even going to think about other women while he’s having sex with you. That’s just how it is. The difference between a healthy relationship and one that you should probably get the hell out of immediately is that he is occasionally thinking about other women while he’s with you, rather than occasionally thinking about you while he’s with other women.
And you’re going to do the same. I already know that you, as someone who feigned shock at her own use of the word “boobs” in a post title, will deny this up to and with your dying breath, but you’re not fooling anyone. But you know what? Fooling other people isn’t anything you should be worried about. Fooling yourself, on the other hand, that’s where you start to have a problem.
Oh, and please don’t call me “love” unless you actually know me, or you’re from somewhere in the
and have the accent to back it up. UK