I sometimes wonder how I got myself in this situation. I look at the man I once was and then realize what a shell I am of that person.
I look at my children, some of which are old enough to see my pain. I know they all see and feel what is happening around them.
I stayed with her years ago because of my daughter. I realize now that I should have left, things only got better between us because I allowed myself to lose the spark of life that kept me going in this miserable world.
When all is said and done, I am the bad guy.
I am the one who is not willing to work at the commitment and promise I made to her. I betrayed her when I told her I cared about her but was not in love with her. I have been repeatedly accused of having an affair. I seem uncaring and cold at times...
She remembers a time a few months back... She says we were truly happy, I look at that same time and tell her I wasn't... I was miserable.
I have spent the last five years making what ever sacrifices I had to make in order to make our marriage work. I sold my soul, everything that made me who I was and who I am.
I am a dreamer, a joker, I love the little things in life. I have always been lost in the small miracles we overlook on a daily basis. I love spending time with my kids, I love laughter and fun. Life is too short to make it about anything other than enjoying those people you love.
Those ideals don't fit... and so I gave them up.
I found myself yelling at my kids at the top of my lungs because it was taking too long to clean their room. I would work, come home, do my chores...
I should have seen the signs when we were dating, but I was a fool. I was 26 and thought I would spend the rest of my life by myself if I didn't meet someone, and I needed to stop being picky.
I think we had been dating for two months. we had gone camping. I woke up in the morning and walked over to the lake, there was two inches of fog hovering over any part of the water. It looked absolutely amazing. I ran back to the tent..
"Hey honey! C'mon you really need to see this!"
She gets up. I walk her over and she looks at it.
"What's the big deal."
Then she turns around and walks away. I know it sounds silly and petty, but these little things always were a big deal to me. I am yet to have her sit with me for more than five minutes outside when there is a summer storm.
So I over looked many many things. I also asked God, I asked him to not let me be alone anymore... I never asked for happiness.
Six month later she was pregnant.
Our entire relationship was arguments and disagreements. I started working late just because I seriously hated being at home.
I stopped getting her flowers because she told me she didn't like getting flowers. I used to get her little things atleast once a week and she told me it was a waste of money... until recently I used to get her cards, just because but I kept finding them in the garbage.. so that stopped... Remember it is the little things.
I wanted to build the furniture for the living room, I wanted it to be custom. She said
"Yeah, I don't think you can do that. no."
I was hurt. Again a little thing. but it still hurt.
I pretty much got very used to being quiet and not talking back. If I did, I was afraid she would cheat on me again. So I completely let go of me and became what she wanted...
The funny thing is. I seriously don't think she gets it. Last night we talked again.
I said "You have to understand it's been a long time of me feeling like crap all the time. when you constantly make statements like 'You can't ever do anything right!' They hurt."
She said "Well, you can't do anything right."
I said "Do you realize what it feels like to be talked down to, wonder what I'm going to get yelled at or critisized today about?"
She said "I never do that, you are just being stupid."
I said "The other day, you told me what to make for dinner, (I tought her how to cook, now she tells me I can't cook all the time) you told me to do the dishes and to not freakin touch the girls dishes. You were talking to me like I was a kid... Then you call me up during the day and tell me that I need to clean the house and make sure everything gets done. Because nothing gets done if you are not around."
She says "Right, nothing gets done when I'm not around because you are not responsible... if you were responsible then maybe I wouldn't treat you that way."
I said "Do you even care about how I feel?"
She said "Well, if you said something that had meaning then I would care, but everything coming out of your mouth is crap."
Then she got up and left.
The moment she got home last night all the kids left to the other room because she shut off the movie we were watching so she could watch something else.
I'm so tired... I know what will make her happy, I was doing it for five years and I felt lost and confused. I just don't want to live like that anymore.
Our pastor came over on Monday, he will be here today. The moment he walked in the door she started crying, the only words that were spoken from her was when she told me to tell him what I had said to her (I'm not in love with you). I can't bring myself to talk about what she does to me, I feel so emasculated, so weak.
When he left, he hugged her and said don't worry everything will be fine. then he looked at me and said I'm counting on you to do the right thing...
... He walked out. She dried her tears and gave me a victorious smirk (Like, see this is all your fault) then proceeded to not talk to me for the rest of the evening.
I feel like crap... I'm so tired.
Things were bad, but they got really worse when I hurt my arm a few months ago. I couldn't work (Detached a bicep and tore a tendon.. yeah, not fun) I'm finally looking for a job, I'm not 100% but I can work as long as I baby my arm.
I was getting my unemployment check, but somehow it got to the point where I had to call her and ask permision to buy myself a can of redbull or something... what ever.
Pastor will be here today. I know I will be told how love is work and I made a commitment and all the other stuff he will be saying because he means well. He will talk to her one on one... She already said to me, that if we got a divorce she would make sure everyone new what a jerk I was and would hate me.
... so tired.
I know what it takes to make her happy... it means losing myself in a world of fake smiles and being obedient with out question... in other words, say goodbye to me.
A life of work work work. things need to be done, order, organization, (Putting up the Christmas tree was like watching a milatary drill)
thanks for letting me vent... I needed it this morning.