So the husband and I are on a truce, a peace period, whatever you want to call it. I'm hoping it's like the calm after a hurricane, and hopefully not the calm between storms. I came real close to leaving, real close but not close enough obviously. Everyone has faults. Faults are our humanity staring us in the face, reminding us we're not immortal or invincible. I was well aware of my husband's faults when I married him. Some of them have lessened over time, and others have blossomed annoyingly so. I'm sure the same goes for me as well so I'm not going to harp on those annoying little things he does that fester beneath my skin until I am about to pull that skin from my body and shove it down his throat in a rage of destruction. What I really want to talk about is manipulation.
Ahhh manipulation, the weapon of cunning individuals used to get what they want without the other party even realizing they just played into their hands perfectly. Most people assume manipulators are just women, but you know what they say about assuming...ass of you and me. And the thing about being manipulated is that everyone around you can see it and tell you, but you're so involved in the situation that you can't see it yourself. You say, "Oh, that person isn't manipulating me. He cares about me. He wouldn't lie to me." And what an idiot you would be. What an idiot I was.
And, of course, who would be a better manipulator than the husband's best friend? Sounds like a plot out of one of those chick flicks that ends up being more depressing than amusing. You know something along the lines of husband and wife aren't getting along, best friend of husband steps in to try to help but ends up falling for wife instead, then does everything in his power to pull them apart, and in the end the wife ends up alone cause she listened to the best friend who was only using her and by the time she came to her senses her husband had left and moved on. Well it sort of went like that, but not to that extreme.
For months my husband's supposed best friend (his best man at our wedding, we'll call him Peter) tried to get me to hate my husband. He pointed out everything the hubs did that he should have done differently. Peter wined me, dined me, and then would tell me how I deserved better, even better than himself. What a martyr! Not! He would help me clean the house and take care of my kids all along saying how the hubs should be the one doing this (even though he was at work). Don't get me wrong. He did have a great point. My husband and I both worked. He should help me out. It's only fair for both of us to chip in, but since Peter was staying with us and not paying for anything hubs figured that Peter should be cleaning and such because he didn't do anything else but play video games.
So this destructive game kept on. Peter did all he could to show me what I deserved, which was someone like him (but not like him because I deserved better...confusing I know), while hubs could tell I was pulling away from him, which angered him and made him continually suspicious. And then there was me, blinded to Peter's true motive by his sweet words and gestures and trying to plan the best way to end my marriage. Of course, I didn't plan on being a single mom. According to Peter and the way he saw me I would never be alone. It would be unthinkable. I never tested that theory and really don't plan to in the near future, but I sat there and ate up his bullshit like a kid with an ice cream cone in the middle of a stifling summer.
I blame him for being a coniving douche, but I also blame myself, more specifically my personality. I'm a writer, a painter, a dancer...I immerse myself in things that are passionate and consuming. I am always searching to feel things, whether they be good or bad. I guess I believe that as long as we're feeling things and experiencing things then we're still alive. The only thing I was feeling in my marriage at the time was a lull. Peter sparked something inside of me for a little while that made me feel hopeful, excited, and most importantly, wanted. I am always searching out that life fulfilling passion that so many authors write about, but I don't believe I will ever find it. I think it dwells in our minds and only emerges in small amounts at a time.
So what happened with Peter? Well after a little while my practical side took over (it usually does), and it began sorting through all the bullshit. I got tired of hearing everything that was wrong with my relationship with my husband, and I took a step back and looked at the situation from a different viewpoint. Here was someone with way more issues than me, but was using my relationship or rather me, as a shield against dealing with his own inner problems. And let me tell you...he has a lot of them. I might have my token daddy issues or what have you, but those are tiny specks of dust compared to the mountains he has hidden inside him. Even when I began doubting him I still didn't see the complete big picture until later, which I will share at another time. For right now I just want to leave you with this...anyone can be a manipulator, even the one person who you think cares about you the most and would never do anything to hurt you. People are mostly selfish and will do things for their own benefit, rather than yours. Always question things. Never accept them for what they appear to be on the surface because most of the time the surface is deceiving to how deep the water really is.