October 2, 2012 Uncategorized
There’s been a lot of comments and blog posts about what I would interpret as a very sanctimonious and unkind, not to mention uncalled for, comment on another blog.
I think the blog where the comment was made has really had enough comments there and I didn’t want to add to the furor.
I don’t, however, have a bit of problem quoting the anonymous post that was made. Normally, I would request permission, but since they chose not to identify themselves, well, gee.
It said, in total:
With all due respect, did you really expect a relationship from two people who are cheating on their spouses to last? I’m sorry if that’s harsh, but affairs never work out in the end.”
Later, when the comment was not greeted with equally sanctimonious glee, this was the response:
When I wrote that comment I didn’t deliberately set out to be hurtful or mean-spirited towards you. Feeling like you’re losing in love SUCKS! And obviously, you’ve been struggling with this particular onset of emotions for quite some time.
But coming from a home environment where I got a firsthand look into the pain, misery and despair that an affair can bring when one spouse strays, it’s difficult for me to understand why someone would choose to put themselves in that position – accidental or not. And taking you completely out of the equation for a moment, I’m a little fed up with seeing how many people in the BDSM community completely support marital affairs in a selfish and self-serving attempt to search for a Dom or sub on the side.
Having said all that, I AM sorry you’re hurting. I’m sorry you feel like the relationship with the man you’ve come to love, cherish and respect is crumbling around you. I hope in the midst of the emotional pain and confusion you can find that bit of peace and happiness that you need. And I mean that sincerely.”
One of the things that I honestly despise is the belief that you can say anything you like, be as shitty and sanctimonious as possible, and you somehow get a pass if you say, Oh, gee, I didn’t MEAN to say something hurtful and callous and painful, and besides, I was just being HONEST.
I really really really despise that.
I loathe it.
What I think makes it even more loathsome in this case is that the poster is too chicken shit to actually sign their name and stand behind their nasty little comments.
I hate that, too.
I hate sanctimony. Until you’ve walked a mile in someone’s moccasins, the idea of passing judgement on someone else’s choices, that knee jerk snide remark, the barely hidden glee in being able to say, see, see, I told you so, you brought this on yourself because if you had behaved in the way that *I* approve of, because clearly, *I* am perfect, then it would never have happened, and I’m not being mean, I’m just, you know, telling the truth.
Is it coming through how much I despise it?
If it’s not, it really should be.
I have only been married once, for the last five years, because a lot of sanctimonious folk in the world thought my first serious relationship was considered too sinful to be allowed the sacrament of marriage, because we were both women.
In my life I have had affairs with five married people.
Wait, do I still have to count them if their wives were in the bed, too? Or count them both?
Make that six. Or seven.
Some of their spouses knew, some of them didn’t.
I have been cheated on once. My girlfriend had an affair when we were living in upstate New York, and it was terribly painful, although once I found a note from the woman and realized she could neither spell nor punctuate, I knew it had a limited run.
I’ve also had two affairs when I was in serious relationships that were not poly.
So, I believe I have a fair amount of experience on every side of the issue. I don’t think most people launch into real affairs of the heart in those situations without some real pressure on them from something or somewhere.
Sometimes needs aren’t being met. In at least one of those cases, the gentleman had genuinely and sincerely tried everything he knew and none of it worked. He eventually divorced, in fact, in which I had no part whatsoever, and married again very lately.
I’m not saying it’s a fine thing, I’m not saying it’s even a good thing. I’m not endorsing it or condemning it, actually, mostly because it’s none of my damn business how you conduct your relationships. I agree that affairs and their aftermath often destroy homes and lives, and that’s tragic.
So does alcoholism, and narcotic addiction and I hope that, if someone came to us and said, my relationship is falling apart, you wouldn’t say, “Meaning no disrespect, but I what did you expect, marrying a drunk?”
I could also say that while relationships between people who have had affairs do not always last, I could also say that relationships between those who have no history of infidelity also don’t lost, and be equally correct because, alas, no relationship lasts, really, because we all die in the end.
I had an affair with Beth while living with Fay and then moved in with Beth. It only lasted 17 years because, well, gee, what do you expect? A couple of Lezzies AND an affair? How dare we?
I have a family member who had an affair with a woman – several, likely – and divorced and remarried in about 1970. He was married to her when he passed away in 2010.
But hey, it was only 40 years. It didn’t LAST, not like it would have if they’d NOT had that affair.
If you don’t like affairs, don’t have them, and don’t marry people who have them. If you believe you would never have an affair, then you must believe it’s possible. In that case, you should be able to make sure you find others who agree, and, not unlike gay sex and gay marriage, it won’t affect you because you won’t be having it.
I think the callous superiority in speaking so sophomorically about someone else’s pain is what I find so annoying.
I also find it annoying to post hurtful things with the preface of, “With all due respect,” and do so anonymously.
If you’re not willing to sign your name, then perhaps you shouldn’t say it.