Recently, my wife underwent plastic surgery. I had opposed it when we had talked about it. I had no say in the matter and it was not my decision.
She now has an odd appearance. She had a neck lift, lip fillers, the fat removed off her face, and additional procedures I’m not entirely sure what they were.
I can feel the uncanny valley around her now. I find it terrifying. Now that she is completely recovered, she wants everything to return to normal. Like me asking to have sex. I have, but not to the same extent as before. When I do, I make an effort to ensure that there is minimal light.
After a few months, I find myself dreading the thought of having to see her. She has obviously taken note. I’ve been nagging her to let her know what’s going on. I’ve tried telling her that work is simply exhausting me. or that I’m exhausted. anything, really, save the truth.
She asked me if I was having an affair after breaking down. I denied being that way. She requested to see my phone. I gave it to her after unlocking it. There’s nothing there to find, so I wasn’t concerned that she would find anything. She searched through it for an hour and couldn’t find anything. I was asked to justify my change to her. I made an effort to convey my lack of interest at the moment.
She didn’t think anything I said was adequate. She dug some more. At last, I came clean. I wasn’t unkind or brutally truthful. I just informed her that I didn’t find her new look attractive and that it turned me off. She questioned why I now turn out all the lights for that reason. Yes, I replied. She broke down in tears and stated she wanted some alone time. She went to her sister’s house to stay.
Since then, I’ve been called every derogatory name in the book. I’m a piece of shit for making fun of my wife’s appearance, her sister stated. I’m the asshole, according to her pals.
I made an effort to remain silent. It’s not like I can make myself find her appealing. Although her current visage is strange, I still adore her. She resembles The Fifth Element’s blue alien.
Yesterday, when my wife got home, we finally had a lengthy conversation.
She informed me that her mother and sister had persuaded her to have the surgery. They persuaded her that if she didn’t do something, I would find someone else to be with and that she was beginning to look old. Her mother provided her the money for the surgeries because of this.
Her sister and mother resemble Bruce Campbell from the film Escape From LA. They should be the last persons on the planet to advise someone to have plastic surgery. I took talking points from a few of the responses I saw on my post. I confessed my love for her and said she was the one I wanted to live a lifetime with. I informed her that the operation would take longer to heal and that I would come to value her new look as I grew accustomed to it.
She asked whether it was anything I wanted her to try to reverse. I nearly gave her a scream. I really hope she doesn’t muck up her face any more than she already has. I begged her to just let me get used to it and to please just leave it.
After about three hours of conversation, we decided that her mother and sister would never again be involved in our decision-making. She’s going to allow me some time to get used to it and leave her face alone. In addition to potential individual counselors for each of us, we want to seek out a marriage counselor. She will have to work at believing me when I tell her that I adore her just the way she is, just as I will work hard to demonstrate to her every day why I still think she’s attractive.
We’re going to let her mother and sister know that we’re going to be taking a vacation from them. Before we let them back into our lives, we’re going to block them and get our act together.
I appreciate all of the efforts made to assist me.
I should also add that I didn’t realize so many guys had an odd desire for blue squid ladies. I’m not into it, but you do you.
