Once I realized our marriage was in serious trouble, because of things I've done, because of things he has done, (takes two to tango) I decided on councelling. He decided against it, but I pursued. As councelling went on, I started to realize things about myself things that became a part of me directly related to the abuse and rape I sufferred in my childhood. It's called Co-dependency. Co-dependents are inclined to match up with Narcissistic spouses, which is where I now find myself.
Yes I have faults, and my list is endless, just to name a few. I leave the cupboard doors open, I leave the taps running, I am disorganized (beautifully chaotic) but in my chaos I thrive. I start to clean the kitchen, spots a shirt on the floor, leave the kitchen and then go to the room to pack the shirt away, get there, see the beds are not made, I start to make the beds, find a cup, run back to the kitchen, take up where I left off, midway through dishes, I realize I was still making the bed, run back to the room, start to make the beds. You get my drift.
In the beginning when we first met, I hated going to bed angry, or with unresolved issues. But instead, he shut me out. Eventually I adopted his attitude, by shutting my own heart and mind to his needs and his demands. I started doing exactly what he did to me, in the end, I have done more damage to myself than to him.
I shut down my emotions, I closed off my heart. And because I did that, he felt unloved and uncared for. I threw all my effort and devotion into the kids, and left him on the side. Because of this, he had a string of affairs, blaming it on my inability to show emotion, love and care. And so the years rolled by... with me having to deal with the fact that I cause him to have affairs, I caused him to feel unloved. It just doesn't stop.
So yes, I have mistakes, plenty. Any man who thinks he can stand next to me and live a happy life is sadly mistaken because apparently I'm just THAT broken.