- Oct 28, 2018
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I am brand new to this forum. I am hoping to just find someone that understands my situation and doesn't tell me that what I've been dealing with for 23 years is normal. And that my husband is just like every other man that has a problem with sharing his feelings and emotions. At the moment I am such a state of utter darkness and loss of hope, I just did a search on google and that's how I found this forum. It makes it so much harder when there isn't one person that understands how I feel. If I start explaining the issues to one of my Christian friends, they just don't get it. They always end up telling me that maybe I should look at myself and see how God needs to work on me through this.
I was not aware of my husbands disorder when I first married him in 1995. One of the reasons is because we married after only knowing each other for two months. The first two years of our marriage was more focused on relocating from Southern California, and then after that I became pregnant. I can't even begin to describe the loneliness I have had in my marriage. Our daughter was born with a very severe heart defect and needed to have two open heart surgeries. During the entire time of my stressful pregnancy, since I did know that I would be having a daughter with tricuspid atresia, and through two painful surgeries, my husband was emotionally tuned out, acting as if nothing was happening and all of this was something normal to go through. This and many other signs caused me to be confused and I was just left alone to deal with all of it. He has never ever been romantic or passionate with me. Something that I long for in a relationship. Sex is another thing that is just awful, I won't go into detail about that, but I really don't feel like I have had sex for this entire 23 years. And it has come to the point that I don't want it any more. At least not the way he does.
He has never written a love letter or done anything special for me. He would be gone for months at a time because he was in the military for over twenty years. I tried so many ways to get his attention. One year when he got back after being gone so long. I worked for weeks redoing the landscaping, re-arranging and decorating the house for Christmas and refinished our dining room table . I had candles lit in every room and treats made for him. He walked in the house after not seeing me for months and months, hardly showing an ounce of emotion to see me and Hannah. Then walked up to the dining room table and said, "what did you do to this table?" "It looks terrible." I was devastated and so hurt. But this was just the beginning. There it just too much to list on how he has hurt me over the last 23 years. He is emotionless, does not have passion for anything, and only has conversations about general things with me. Except, we do talk about theology together, which I'm very thankful for!!
We rarely go on vacation, because the times that we have and spend thousands of dollars. He didn't want to do anything. He isn't interested in anything recreational. We went to Destin, Florida one time and he would not walk out in the crystal clear aqua blue water with me that was shallow for a long distance. He said he just didn't see any reason why to do that if there wasn't any waves???? Honestly, after 23 years, I don't even really know this man, and I guess I never will. He spends hours upon hours repairing things, maintaining things, organizing finances and bills and researching the best deals for everything. He hasn't been officially diagnosed and will not under any circumstances. He does not believe there is anything wrong with himself. He always says, you just want me to be like you.
There are many things I very much appreciate about him. He is a Christian, which is really the only thing we have in common, he is very faithful, loyal and responsible. I am so thankful for that!! But I am EXTREMELY lonely which has caused such depression in my life. I can be sobbing in our living room and he might ask, what is wrong, I won't usually answer. So, he will go about his business as usual. I could go on and on. I might have already wrote too much! I also want to say that I know I am not perfect and that I know that God is still working on me. But, I just can't figure out why he has allowed me to have this life of loneliness. I honestly do not want to live any more. I actually day dream about being diagnosed with a terminal illness so I can go to be with the true lover of my soul, the Lord Jesus Christ. I am just hoping that someone out there understands a little bit of what I'm going through. Anyone?
I was not aware of my husbands disorder when I first married him in 1995. One of the reasons is because we married after only knowing each other for two months. The first two years of our marriage was more focused on relocating from Southern California, and then after that I became pregnant. I can't even begin to describe the loneliness I have had in my marriage. Our daughter was born with a very severe heart defect and needed to have two open heart surgeries. During the entire time of my stressful pregnancy, since I did know that I would be having a daughter with tricuspid atresia, and through two painful surgeries, my husband was emotionally tuned out, acting as if nothing was happening and all of this was something normal to go through. This and many other signs caused me to be confused and I was just left alone to deal with all of it. He has never ever been romantic or passionate with me. Something that I long for in a relationship. Sex is another thing that is just awful, I won't go into detail about that, but I really don't feel like I have had sex for this entire 23 years. And it has come to the point that I don't want it any more. At least not the way he does.
He has never written a love letter or done anything special for me. He would be gone for months at a time because he was in the military for over twenty years. I tried so many ways to get his attention. One year when he got back after being gone so long. I worked for weeks redoing the landscaping, re-arranging and decorating the house for Christmas and refinished our dining room table . I had candles lit in every room and treats made for him. He walked in the house after not seeing me for months and months, hardly showing an ounce of emotion to see me and Hannah. Then walked up to the dining room table and said, "what did you do to this table?" "It looks terrible." I was devastated and so hurt. But this was just the beginning. There it just too much to list on how he has hurt me over the last 23 years. He is emotionless, does not have passion for anything, and only has conversations about general things with me. Except, we do talk about theology together, which I'm very thankful for!!
We rarely go on vacation, because the times that we have and spend thousands of dollars. He didn't want to do anything. He isn't interested in anything recreational. We went to Destin, Florida one time and he would not walk out in the crystal clear aqua blue water with me that was shallow for a long distance. He said he just didn't see any reason why to do that if there wasn't any waves???? Honestly, after 23 years, I don't even really know this man, and I guess I never will. He spends hours upon hours repairing things, maintaining things, organizing finances and bills and researching the best deals for everything. He hasn't been officially diagnosed and will not under any circumstances. He does not believe there is anything wrong with himself. He always says, you just want me to be like you.
There are many things I very much appreciate about him. He is a Christian, which is really the only thing we have in common, he is very faithful, loyal and responsible. I am so thankful for that!! But I am EXTREMELY lonely which has caused such depression in my life. I can be sobbing in our living room and he might ask, what is wrong, I won't usually answer. So, he will go about his business as usual. I could go on and on. I might have already wrote too much! I also want to say that I know I am not perfect and that I know that God is still working on me. But, I just can't figure out why he has allowed me to have this life of loneliness. I honestly do not want to live any more. I actually day dream about being diagnosed with a terminal illness so I can go to be with the true lover of my soul, the Lord Jesus Christ. I am just hoping that someone out there understands a little bit of what I'm going through. Anyone?