Wow. Heavy stuff. Please don’t condemn me. This is very serious and I don’t know what to do. Affection has turned to lust and now I’m having sexual fantasies for someone other than my spouse.
In the words of an extremely hard-core-Catholic, devotedly monogamous neighbor man who is a father and grandfather, and whom we observed watching the pretty girls walk by through the park on a Sunday afternoon:
“It doesn’t matter where you work up an appetite, as long as you only eat at home!”
It’s true.
Well, frankly, yes…
The thing about fantasy is that it is exactly * fantasy…*… and a little
fantasy, a little
imagination, is what it takes to keep the home fires burning.
So when we stroll through the zoo on a Sunday afternoon, my husband watches the passing pretty girls, and I watch the playful otters, (and Husband thinks I am weird for watching the playful otters, because if he watches the passing pretty girls, well shouldn’t I be watching the passing handsome* guys?*
Naw… to me the otters look like they’re having more fun!).
At the end of the day we go home and we both feel affectionate and we express that affection for one another. It doesn’t matter where you work up an appetite, as long as you eat only at home.
Of course, beyond that, among our friends…
there is this one married woman that he is extremely attracted to, and fantasizes about…
but of course, how could he not? She is so much like his father, and his mother, and both at the same time! Good grief, she is the living
embodiment of every issue of his household of origin, all the way down to the fact that she dresses just like his mother once did and plays the piano just like his father once did, and is as controlling and materialistic as his mother once was, while simultaneously being just as out-of-control and drinking as his father once was! She is just exactly like
they were, both of his parents, all at the same time!
So how could he
not be attracted to that woman who represents all those issues from his household of origin every time she walks into a room? She is the living embodiment of all those household-of-origin issues he was born into!
Ah, but she’d kill him, you know? Every argument he ever had with Mom, everything he had ever wanted to stand up and say to Dad, it would all come up and out of him! Everything he had ever wanted his mother to be (but she wasn’t), everything he had ever wanted his father to be (but she wasn’t), he would demand that she would have to be (but she isn’t). Yup. He’s still be trying to earn the love they denied him as a child, and she would end up killing him for sure over all that old familiar family-of-origin baggage that he has been sorting out since childhood, for sure!
But he looks at her and it makes him affectionate, (and that’s not a bad thing at all from my end of things here) and I shake my head and laugh genuinely and heartily.
“She’d kill you, you know…” I laugh “you never lasted even 20 seconds fighting with your mother!”
(But that pull to love and fight out those old issues and win the love one was denied as a child…
and win!.…must… win…
must win this time! “exerts a powerful force on the weak-minded, young Skywalker!”… because when it came to one’s
parents, one never, never, won at all…)
He knows.
He wistfully sighs and shakes his head.
He knows.
She is recently remarried, that one. What she continually marries and divorces and re-marries are men just like her controlling, brilliant, callous and insensitive *father
who totally ignored her as a child…
The pull to love and fight out the old issues and win the love once denied one as a child * and win…must…win…
must win this time “exerts a powerful force on the weak-minded, young Skywalker!”
She has gone marrying and divorcing controlling, brilliant, calllous and insensitive men, whom she then tends to throw breakable objects at in an attempt to win their love and attention (must…win…must win this time!) when they (of course) ignore her.
Likewise, I might be able to walk by every guy we pass in the park and not bat an eye… but there is this one friend of ours…
Oh yes, of course, but you knew already, didn’t you?
He is so much like my father and so much like my mother, both of them… oh yes!
And so I am attracted, and fantasize, just like everybody else on the planet, because Mom and Dad once
defined what love was, and when and why I couldn’t earn their love…
and so the pull to love and fight out those old issues
and win.… must…win…
must win this time “exerts a powerful force on the weak-minded, young Skywalker!”
I’d just love him… and I’d likewise just kill him… over every residual issues from childhood I ever had, you know? I would.
And so my husband just shakes his head and laughs:
“You’d kill him, you know? You would. I never lasted 20 seconds arguing with my mother,
but nobody even lasted even 2 seconds with yours!”
And so at the end of the day we go home and we talk about his parents and his childhood and we talk about my parents and my childhood and we sort through those old issues and we love each other. 30 years, 5 kids, 2 grandkids. We play far far more than we ever fight; we play like otters.
That drive “to love and fight and win… must…win… must win this time” only exerts a powerful force on the weak-minded, young Skywalker…
and it doesn’t matter where about town you happen to work up an appetite,
as long as you remember to eat only at home!