I prayed for my future husband for years before I even knew who God had picked out for me. I thought we would be equal partners sharing everything in life. I imagined us doing the dishes side by side once our children were in bed, and afterwards relaxing together. I imagined us praying with and for each other at the beginning and end of each day.
Everything was great when we were courting. We were both kind, considerate, and respectful towards each other, and he got along really well with my daughter. People told us that would all change once we were married and the honeymoon phase ended. I didn't believe them. I thought we just had to keep making a constant conscious effort. But they were right and soon after our wedding things started to change. I think we were both to blame.
I can't speak for him so this is all only one side of the coin. For years I poured out my everything trying to be a good wife and mum, but nothing was ever good enough for him. I worked to 36 weeks with each of our children, he wanted me to work to 38 weeks. I had to return to full time work when they were ten weeks old so that we could pay our bills. He would ignore me all day and only approach me late at night. I felt like some house slave - nanny hybrid. I did not feel loved, respected, or equal. I stopped respecting him. I stopped loving him and being loving towards him. I thought of leaving and taking the kids with me. By his attitude I think he wanted us to leave. The final straw was when he quit his first full time job in three years after just three days. My job had just ended because I was about to start studying. We couldn't get financial assistance. We had no savings. I packed his bags and told him to get out. Our children and I moved in with my mum. He rents his own place.
We're working on our marriage, slowly. He comes over daily to have dinner with us and spend time with the children and put them to bed. We have family days out where we go to the playground and pet store, go for bush walks, go to the lagoon to feed the birds, etc. We're friendly towards each other. He's in counselling. I go for joint sessions when the counselor recommends it. I want us to one day get back together, to live under one roof as husband and wife again. He's had a full time job for a few months now. I'm studying towards becoming a midwife, partly because I have a passion for it, and partially because it pays well and I never want my children living in poverty again.
He's trying to make things better and my fears are holding me back. I'm afraid that if we move back in that things will go back to the way they used to be; with me doing the lion's share of bread-winning, home-making, parenting, etc. I'm afraid that it'll go back to me pouring out my everything and getting almost nothing in return. I'm afraid that I'll never regain the full measure of love and respect I once had for him. I can't bring myself to yield/submit to him anymore.
I know we need more of God in our marriage but he doesn't seem to want anything to do with God. I don't think we can have a good marriage without God in it.
Everything was great when we were courting. We were both kind, considerate, and respectful towards each other, and he got along really well with my daughter. People told us that would all change once we were married and the honeymoon phase ended. I didn't believe them. I thought we just had to keep making a constant conscious effort. But they were right and soon after our wedding things started to change. I think we were both to blame.
I can't speak for him so this is all only one side of the coin. For years I poured out my everything trying to be a good wife and mum, but nothing was ever good enough for him. I worked to 36 weeks with each of our children, he wanted me to work to 38 weeks. I had to return to full time work when they were ten weeks old so that we could pay our bills. He would ignore me all day and only approach me late at night. I felt like some house slave - nanny hybrid. I did not feel loved, respected, or equal. I stopped respecting him. I stopped loving him and being loving towards him. I thought of leaving and taking the kids with me. By his attitude I think he wanted us to leave. The final straw was when he quit his first full time job in three years after just three days. My job had just ended because I was about to start studying. We couldn't get financial assistance. We had no savings. I packed his bags and told him to get out. Our children and I moved in with my mum. He rents his own place.
We're working on our marriage, slowly. He comes over daily to have dinner with us and spend time with the children and put them to bed. We have family days out where we go to the playground and pet store, go for bush walks, go to the lagoon to feed the birds, etc. We're friendly towards each other. He's in counselling. I go for joint sessions when the counselor recommends it. I want us to one day get back together, to live under one roof as husband and wife again. He's had a full time job for a few months now. I'm studying towards becoming a midwife, partly because I have a passion for it, and partially because it pays well and I never want my children living in poverty again.
He's trying to make things better and my fears are holding me back. I'm afraid that if we move back in that things will go back to the way they used to be; with me doing the lion's share of bread-winning, home-making, parenting, etc. I'm afraid that it'll go back to me pouring out my everything and getting almost nothing in return. I'm afraid that I'll never regain the full measure of love and respect I once had for him. I can't bring myself to yield/submit to him anymore.
I know we need more of God in our marriage but he doesn't seem to want anything to do with God. I don't think we can have a good marriage without God in it.
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