Posted by:
Mr. Happy
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Date: August 27, 2015 05:02PM
All I can do is pass along my experience. How did I know that my marriage was over? Eight months into my marriage my bride told me she had made a mistake getting married. She told me that she was too young, should have gotten her college degree first, that I had robbed her of her “college experience”, and that she should have married someone more spiritual who was a returned missionary. All this from someone who asked ME to marry HER!!
In hindsight, I should have left her right then. But I was young, dumb, scared, and had what I thought was an “eternal” marriage. She never apologized for her remarks. I didn’t really expect her to because they were sincere. They were so painful to me, and cut so deeply, I knew I could never recover from them. We went to speak with our Bishop who was a kind old guy whose only advice was, “All young married couples have difficulties.” From that point on though I could sense our lives together were moving in different directions.
Intimacy for us, a young married couple, was rare. We reached a point where sex was just a physical release. After a while I got tired of chasing and just said, “Hey, when you want it let me know.” Surprisingly…we had four kids. At social events with our friends we could be the life of the party. But as soon as we were alone driving home there would be silence…not a word spoken to each other. Together we would go out to see movies…that way we wouldn’t have to interact with each other. If we went out for dinner I would grab a newspaper on the way in, hand her the entertainment section, I’d take the sports and we could just read through our meal without having to speak or even look at each other.
She was a SAHM and I was fine with that. My work would be my cave and I spent as much time there (weekends included) as I possibly could. I dreaded going home and I felt guilty for taking that time away from my kids. I just couldn’t stand to be in the same house as my wife. There would be times when I would come home at night, see her sleeping in bed and say to myself, “Life would be so much better if you were dead.”
I became more and more withdrawn. I was no longer a bright, funny, spontaneous, happy-go-lucky, kind, loving, caring person. I could feel myself slipping into a darkness and I was just a shell of the person I once was. I knew I would not stay married to my wife long-term. My plan was, and I thought, I could stick things out until my kids left home. That became increasingly difficult and depressing to think about the years wasted to make that happen.
Then one day we got into an argument (rare, since we really didn’t speak to each other). She said, “You would NEVER be able to find anyone who would be willing to put up with your crap.” That was the straw that finally broke the camel’s back. I realized at that moment that even if she was correct, I would rather be ALONE than to spend more time with her. So after 19 years of hell, I left her. At that time I couldn’t even recall how many years it had been since we said “I love you” to each other. To make things even sweeter…I left the church as well.
Almost immediately I felt a weight being lifted from my shoulders. All of a sudden colors seemed brighter, the air smelled fresher, and the sun felt warmer on my face. I felt like Andy in The Shawshank Redemption crawling through a sewer pipe and emerging with arms extended and head tilted back standing in a cleansing rain. Before long I was back to the “old me” that I had abandoned years before. My staff at work (who had been with me for years) were shocked and surprised by the new me…and they liked it a lot.
Because I had a small apartment that I lived in, it wasn’t conducive to having my kids visit me. So instead for a couple of years I would visit with them EVERY NIGHT for a couple of hours. This was not easy to do, but a sacrifice I was willing to make. Eventually I would have a home of my own where they could spend their visitation time with me. My ex SAID we should “work together for the sake of our kids”. That didn’t last long. Instead she chose to tell them that I left them and didn’t care about them. She would withhold information about events involving them from me and then when I didn’t show up she would tell them, “See…your father doesn’t care enough about you to be here on your special night.” I gave up trying to work with her and went at things with my kids on my own. I decided that regardless of what she was feeding them about me, I would let my example speak for itself. I can’t say it was easy all of the time, but it was best for ME not to have things involving the kids dictated through her.
Making that leap to get out of a marriage when there are kids involved make things more complex and difficult. "Staying together for the kids" can be draining and cause an incredible amount of resentment, not only towards your wife but towards your kids as well. Also, kids are not dumb and can sense when their parents are in a shitty relationship. This might sound a little callous, but you have to be a little selfish. What I mean by that is that you have to take care of YOUR well being first. If YOU are not in a good place (spiritually, emotionally, whatever) you are pretty much useless to others. Take care of yourself!! Do what is right for you!! Then you can concentrate on others.
Best of luck to you and your situation. I know it is not easy. It has been 17 years since I dumped my wife and the church. No regrets.
P.S. I have never run into a problem with others who were willing to put up with "my crap". Just sayin'.