It’s odd. Most women in my place struggle with the
comparison issue. They blame themselves for not being beautiful or shapely or
sexy enough, and so on. Maybe it would be different if I was actually his wife.
Hold on a sec; let me catch my breath here. Okay, maybe in that case I’d feel
that way too. But I did not even think about that until he mentioned it. And
apparently it really does not make a difference. I don’t know if I really truly
believe that, but I get the point. The allure and so on of that awful stuff is
something different. Apparently it need not reflect on the woman. I am going to
kind of need that explained a little better, but yes, I know what that means in
general, I accept that. It does however make me very afraid of comparison
afterward. I’m getting all lost in my words. Let me reconnoiter.
The attractiveness
of his woman is not the cause of his sin, or a reason for it. But here’s the
thing:
His sin is almost certainly going to lead him to
comparison (whether consciously or not) of his own woman with the other women
he looks at.
A. (i.e., dissatisfaction with his own) may not lead to
B., but B. is going to cause A.
That is what I am afraid of. Well, one of the things I’m afraid
of in this relationship.
He has a very, very, clear notion of what sex is and what
it means and what it looks like, and that whole paradigm is completely and
utterly wrong and evil and founded in lies. That’s a case of mistaken identity
that might take a whole lifetime to iron out.
Somebody said it’s like they have to rewire their brains.
Imagine that.
It gives me even more appreciation for the what he's going through.
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