I always thought my taking on extra responsibilities and volunteering was a result of my need for recognition and praise and feeling important. 
 
 
	I always thought my need to fix my WHs problems or help him with his worries was normal 'wife-behaviour'. 
 
 
	I thought writing the best thesis at the uni and spending hours and hours in the evenings after work preparing my classes was just a sign of my excellent work-ethic. 
 
 
	I always thought this voice in my head that said 'It's not ok to get the biggest/last piece or whatever' was basic politeness. 
 
 
	I also thought that pushing my WH or kids to adopt that view was just me being thoughtful and a good parent. 
 
 
	I thought my guilt over missing day-care events, pot-luck parties, etc for my DD was a normal feeling for a dedicated mom. 
 
 
	I thought my guilt when asking grandparents babysit was out of consideration for them. 
 
 
	I thought my need to prepare fantastic meals for friends and family coming over or to pot-lucks and parties was pride. 
 
 
	I always thought never expressing my outrage and disappointment when I felt I was treated unfairly was just modesty and conflict avoidance. 
 
 
	And I always thought reprimanding my WH when he *did* express his anger in similar situations was because I was ashamed of his impolite behaviour. And I thought he was overreacting. 
 
 
	I always attributed my need to please others, to be liked and the incessant need to be included in *all* groups to low self-esteem. Still do! 
 
 
	I thought going out of my way to prepare really good, healthy and nutritious meals that I knew my WH liked, to be something all wives and mothers did. 
 
 
	I thought investing time and effort in my WHs hobbies and interests that didn't really excite me was out of love. 
 
 
	I figured forgiving him after d-day#1 and burying my head in the sand on some occasions later on was an approach of an 'independent' person. Or someone trying to retain status quo. 
 
 
	I attributed not going on in depth and length about his 1st OW and never mentioning this again after our decision to R to be a healthy sign of a non-nagging wife and respectful partner. 
 
 
	I always thought taking responsibility for family outings, trips, date nights, etc. was something a 'normal' mother and wife does. 
 
 
	I thought me suggesting books and things to do/read after d-day#2 and concentrating on his 'healing' and becoming a better partner to be my responsibility. Because I knew best. I was the one doing all the reading. 
 
 
	Telling him what I need, based on SI and several books/web-sites to be a sign of openness and honesty. 
 
 
	ETA: I also figured obliging him with sex when I had NO desire to do so was part of my wifely obligation. 
 
 
	Turns out I don't know s***.
[This message edited by Lodestar at 1:29 PM, June 3rd (Saturday)]