Basically, I think GalaGirl, KC43, and A2Poly have had good responses to your question, Debbie.
Maybe a third party can communicate in a less-critical way. Maybe the criticism makes all the compliments seem backhanded and demeaning (IMO):
He was bullied, beaten up, and belittled all through school, and from your words, it sounds like he was sexually active since age 11? As a parent, I am cringing on the inside. He seems to have never had much self-worth, period, and judges himself based on the opinions of others in a "what they say, I must be" type of way. This is a man who could benefit from counseling.
(Response Part 1)
I am considering all of the responses I have received on this subject. And I thank all of you for responding.
I went through some things that I had written down and shared with Ray recently. These were thoughts that just went through my mind that I wanted to share with Ray. And I do this a lot to try to spur conversation and communication between the two of us.
1. Your answer for everything is "I don't know." It makes you seem like a moron when you never know anything. Why do you do that?
2. You are always apologizing for not being supportive enough. How do we change that so that you are more supportive?
3. You say you want to provide for your family. Who do you consider your family?
4. Your philosophy of life is "Just go along for the ride and enjoy it." Who is driving? Where are you going in life?
5. I can kiss you. I can f**k you. I can even marry you, legally, but what makes any of it mean something, anything?
6. Whenever I need your help you always play helpless. I know you aren't helpless. Why do you act that way?
7. When I tried to lay my head on your chest, you seemed emotionless. You rarely show me any emotions. Why? Why can't you let me in your life?
8. When you first met Scott and he played with me, you saw him, but you didn't? what happened there?
9. You say "Sorry" all the time,but you never try to fix things so you don't have to apologize going forward. Why?
10. You never ask how I am doing or how my day was. You just assume that I will tell you, but when I do tell you , you say I am always complaining. That's why I don't want to tell you about my day. Do you think that's right?
11. You seem to always be wallowing in your own self pity, that I often feel you don't care how I feel? Is that really the case?
These are questions I had in one day. And I have questions like this every day. These are thoughts and concerns I want to share with Ray to better understand him and where we are going as a couple.
I told Ray yesterday that I wanted him to kiss me and hug me when he got home. He had to work very late last night and I knew that he would probably not get home until after midnight. It was 1:20AM this morning when I walked out to the office and saw Ray at his desk.
I told Ray that I was disappointed in him because I had asked him to wake me and kiss me when he got home. He said that he stood at the bedroom door for a few minutes and thought that I was asleep, and because I have not been sleeping well, he didn't want to wake me. I told Ray that I asked one simple thing of him, and he couldn't do it.
Ray, of course, apologized and got up from his desk and hugged and kissed me. That's all I wanted from him. I told Ray that I hadn't been asleep and what I really needed was him to love me, and he failed me again. I was hurt and I wanted him to know it.
To me the most important part of any relationship is open and honest communication. I was open and honest with Ray when I told him that I was disappointed in him. I don't think I was wrong.
I reminded Ray that when Antonio lived with us, and he came home late, that he not only woke me up by kissing me and fondling me, he cared enough to want me to be awake for him. And that meant a lot to me. I don't think that is wrong, either.
My biggest demand of Ray is for him to want to know me and to love me. We have been together for about eight years, and he still really doesn't know me.
Ray often assumes that he knows what I like or want, or what I am thinking, and usually he is wrong. Instead of apologizing all the time, I would love for Ray to ask me what I want or what I am thinking. Ray says he wants to make me happy, but he rarely asks me what I want or what really makes me happy.
I asked Ray this morning if he ever thought he could be the man he thinks I want him to be. And Ray said, "I try. I really do." Then he said "And I am so sorry I am not the man you need me to be most of the time." Ray didn't ask me what I wanted. He just apologized for not being what he thinks I want him to be.
I found something that Ray wrote to me some years back. The following is what Ray had written . . .
"Debbie, I know you love me and enjoy making love with me,but when I want it, I feel I am being a bother. Last night and this morning me playing with myself, in bed with you was me being forward. I knew that was a sucky way of letting you know that I wanted you. And I know I have not been good at being forward for a long time.
I know you want me to be aggressive, and I hope to someday feel comfortable being forward. I know it takes a certain type of guy to excite a woman and make her feel wanted. I want to be that guy for you.
We both have feelings of inadequacy. I can't explain why I feel inadequate or a bother, other than I don't want to be a bother. Hell, my mom is the same way, and she is in her 70s. I 'm sure I learned a lot about being a bother from my mom, and from T.
I know that being a bother also comes from being married to T and the poly people we knew and hung out with. My mother telling me that sex was a chore for women didn't help either. It is hard to be aggressive with the past I have had. I know you have never said no to me, but I have always felt that when a man wants sex with a woman that he is being a bother.
My whole life people told me that I thought too much about sex, and sometimes I forget that you are a lot like me in that way. I don't know if I will ever not feel like a burden when I want sex. I have trouble asking for anything, sexually or otherwise. You know that.
My entire life I have had to do everything by myself. No one ever helped me move, or whatever. One of the reasons that I have never had a friend is because I have never wanted to put myself in a position where I would end up owing anyone anything. I have never wanted to be dependent on anyone for anything.
I know I have a very small penis, and that is why I have tried to be very good with what I have. I know that you love me and you love my penis. And I am proud of my size, but I do often feel inadequate.
I know I have some very good qualities, but how much do they really matter? I know that you don't feel safe with me, and I wish that I could change that, but I know that I can't change how anyone feels about anything. I, too, wonder why you want to marry me. What do I have to offer that other men don't?
Last night and this morning you felt unloved because I didn't act on my desires. I know that most men would and do act on their desires, and women like you love that. Other women don't love that, though. You know I am used to women hating me for having the same desires other men have.
You tell me to finger you, to kiss and fondle you, to "prepare the runway." And I know you want to make love with me, often. And although you often say that sex with me is amazing, I sometimes wonder.
It's odd that I have always felt that other men deserve sex, even with you, simply because they have a cock. And you have/do feel other men deserve sex as well. Yet, I do not see myself, often,as being worthy of sex.
When me and T were heavily involved in teh poly community and went to sex parties, I saw that only the bigger cocked men got sex. I witnessed this for two decades. So, my thoughts are a bit tainted.
I guess that sex to me is like food. I want to make sure everyone else gets what they want or need, even if it means that I have to go without. I am not sure if I am ashamed of having desires or not. The teachings I learned from Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh stated that desire is a sign of weakness. I fight with those feelings often.
Debbie, you have even said that men who have desires often appear desperate. What makes me any different from other men in that manner?
What makes one man's sexual desire good and another man's sexual desire bad? And does your love for one man make him worthy, or a better lover, simply because of your love for him? If you have sex with a man you don't love, does that mean that since you don't love him that he can't be a good lover?
What I am trying to figure out is why I deserve sex, and why you want and enjoy sex with me.
You asked me how you could help me not feel that I was a bother to you. Right now, you answering my questions is a good start.
I have always wanted to be better than other men, and in trying to do so I emmasculated myself. And too many times I have been told that I would make a good wife for someone someday. And that sucks.
I do not feel unloved. I just wonder what makes me worthy of your love. And since other men love you as well, how am I supposed to love you differently?
I know I need to be more loving and attentive, aggressive and complimenting. I know I need to do much, much better in those areas. And I do not have a good reason as to why I have not been. I also know that I am not great at relationships. I know I am capable of doing better. I just have to do better."