I've been married for 20 years but first thought of leaving my husband 17 years ago. I kind of drifted - as a depressed and obedient teenager I allowed myself to be pushed into a particular type of degree and drifted between jobs when I graduated. I knew I wasn't studying the right subjects but lacked the conviction to fight for change. I eventually drifted overseas and struck it lucky with a well paid job that allowed me to have a very nice lifestyle.
I eventually met my husband who comes from a different city in my country. We'd both returned from travelling and needed to find new accommodation and new jobs. I managed both quite easily but he couldn't. He eventually found a live in job for a couple of months that would give him the flexibility to continue interviewing for professional jobs. Only catch was that it was for a couple. I ditched the future digs and job and agreed to go along with it. At the end of that we moved into an apartment together - all way too quick in hindsight.
Eventually he wanted to return home and to settle in my city. I really, really didn't want to as I had enjoyed freedom from my controlling and generally disapproving mother. I suggested alternative cities but it's what he wanted so it's what we did.
We got married soon after arriving home, and we both got great jobs. His didn't turn out so well in the long run but at least the money the money was coming in. Because I still didn't have any proper career goals or vision I was soon left with a "what next" hole in my life and so I filled it with babies. Before the second one was conceived I was really unhappy but a) didn't want to be a solo parent like my mother had been; b) didn't want to "be like her"; and c) wanted 2 kids with the same father. So, #2 came along.
Our modus operandi would be to truck along happily but then something would happen and we'd have a row. These rows would be long and drawn out with him doing most of the talking and me just listening, withdrawing. I'd struggle to hold all the points he'd made in my head so I could answer them and he'd be infuriated if I interrupted - and god forbid a pause was misconstrued as an opportunity to speak. One of these rows happened the day after I brought #2 home from the hospital and was feeling the hormone dump that you get and all I wanted to do was be with my baby and I was getting a diatribe about what an idiot I had been years ago - nothing to do with the current day. I've always felt that was really unnecessary and cruel and I guess I don't let go of hurts which isn't healthy.
If I have an issue with something that is going on he digs about and tries to make out there's something more and scrabbles to find something else I might possibly be angry about. He can't see that it takes a hell of a lot of courage to bring up things that I know he'll get resentful about. Our biggest issue is that our roof isn't weatherproof and so every time it rains we have to put buckets in one hallway and #2's bedroom to catch the leaks. We first got someone in about this 7 years ago and he was appalled by the quote and claims it's impossible to find anyone to do the job - we live in a huge city - and that re-roofing is overkill. I don't claim to have the answers but I know that there must be some f'ing solution - and we have the money sitting in the bank. It's not as if we'd have to get a mortgage or refinance.
Now, he's generally a good guy. He's not violent, he's well respected in the community, has a great sense of humour, works hard and has provided financially for us really well. However as a father and husband I feel he falls short time after time but I can't comment because we'll get into a tit for tat argument rather than him taking on board the feedback. I didn't have a dad and I know I had sugar coated expectations of him, but his idea of doing stuff with the kids is pretty much Netflix. I had a health scare late '15 and he was amazing but that just makes it worse when the rows happen because it's so hard to reconcile the two versions of him.
A classic row is if I say someone said X - He'll suddenly latch on and I'm expected to know their reasons and be able to explain them. It's exhausting because often it's just me chattering away and suddenly you are in the middle of a row about something inconsequential that someone irrelevant has said.
We've been to counselling and it often falls down because he comes out with this great speech about how amazing I am and how he's lucky to have me and the counsellors (who recognise him from local media) fawn over him and I want to puke. The most recent counsellor I went to tried to get him to come along but he eventually declared that he "was too busy, can't he just fix you and then tell me what to do?".
We don't have art of the walls, and have few photos in frames because I lack the taste to decorate properly and he's too busy. Even something as banal as our bedding has to be approved. It's bloody ridiculous. My office is "my space" (we both work from home) and that's where nicknacks etc go because I wouldn't try to impose on communal space. Even then, we're talking about a few candles and plants.
A big issue that we address but don't resolve is that 4 years ago we organised a family holiday and meet up with friends from the UK in SE Asia. Booked and paid for well in advance but the travel insurance was left until the last minute despite my expressing concerns. My Mum, by this stage, was on dialysis and was starting to develop complications that were seriously life threatening. The hospital wanted to do an op and she agreed despite there being several indicators that her decline was speeding up. The op went well but it triggered a number of other things to start falling apart and it became apparent to me that she wasn't going to be able to pull out of this one. I asked the drs point blank if I should cancel the trip and they assured me that by the time I returned Mum would be ready for rehab and to return to her rest home after that. I couldn't believe my ears. I tried to talk to my husband about cancelling but he wouldn't hear of it and I really felt I didn't have a leg to stand on so I went. 1 week into the 3 week holiday and we were called back home. The travel insurance company didn't want to know (fair enough, we didn't pay until after Mum's op) so we spent thousands on new flights. She died about a week later but wasn't lucid again. Her friends were amazing while I was gone and were lovely to me but I felt then, and still feel, just dreadful for leaving a dying woman while I went off on holiday. I know I'd think anyone else who did what I did was a monster. The platitude that "I wasn't to know" is crap, because anyone could see how rapidly she was going downhill.
I've started marathon running and one of my coaches was doing her new customer evaluation and asked about my relationship. It was shitty that day so she got that kind of response - she said that was really normal, people can't control their lives so they take on crazy, punishing goals to prove to themselves that they can.
I feel like I'm still the drifting, aimless teenager who is functioning quite well but not going anywhere and not really happy. I've been on anti depressants but after a while I worked out that I wasn't depressed as much as I was just unhappy - but first world problems, right?! Nothing to really be unhappy about.
If we broke up would I really be that much happier? I'd have to get a real job (which I actually like the idea of) but I'd have him as a full time antagonist. My kids are in their late teens and I don't want them to be screwed up by my lack of action when they were little. 90% of the time the days just drift past and I'm happy enough but there are things I'd like to do that I know I can never do if I'm with him - like saddle pack in Yellowstone, or go on a cruise. He has his idea of a perfect holiday and that's that.
I feel like I haven't really progressed from the teenager who doesn't like to make waves and just goes along with what everyone wants. I've got no idea what would make me happy or how to go about finding out. I feel like I stay put out of weakness rather than a belief that this is where I belong. How do I sort through it all?
I eventually met my husband who comes from a different city in my country. We'd both returned from travelling and needed to find new accommodation and new jobs. I managed both quite easily but he couldn't. He eventually found a live in job for a couple of months that would give him the flexibility to continue interviewing for professional jobs. Only catch was that it was for a couple. I ditched the future digs and job and agreed to go along with it. At the end of that we moved into an apartment together - all way too quick in hindsight.
Eventually he wanted to return home and to settle in my city. I really, really didn't want to as I had enjoyed freedom from my controlling and generally disapproving mother. I suggested alternative cities but it's what he wanted so it's what we did.
We got married soon after arriving home, and we both got great jobs. His didn't turn out so well in the long run but at least the money the money was coming in. Because I still didn't have any proper career goals or vision I was soon left with a "what next" hole in my life and so I filled it with babies. Before the second one was conceived I was really unhappy but a) didn't want to be a solo parent like my mother had been; b) didn't want to "be like her"; and c) wanted 2 kids with the same father. So, #2 came along.
Our modus operandi would be to truck along happily but then something would happen and we'd have a row. These rows would be long and drawn out with him doing most of the talking and me just listening, withdrawing. I'd struggle to hold all the points he'd made in my head so I could answer them and he'd be infuriated if I interrupted - and god forbid a pause was misconstrued as an opportunity to speak. One of these rows happened the day after I brought #2 home from the hospital and was feeling the hormone dump that you get and all I wanted to do was be with my baby and I was getting a diatribe about what an idiot I had been years ago - nothing to do with the current day. I've always felt that was really unnecessary and cruel and I guess I don't let go of hurts which isn't healthy.
If I have an issue with something that is going on he digs about and tries to make out there's something more and scrabbles to find something else I might possibly be angry about. He can't see that it takes a hell of a lot of courage to bring up things that I know he'll get resentful about. Our biggest issue is that our roof isn't weatherproof and so every time it rains we have to put buckets in one hallway and #2's bedroom to catch the leaks. We first got someone in about this 7 years ago and he was appalled by the quote and claims it's impossible to find anyone to do the job - we live in a huge city - and that re-roofing is overkill. I don't claim to have the answers but I know that there must be some f'ing solution - and we have the money sitting in the bank. It's not as if we'd have to get a mortgage or refinance.
Now, he's generally a good guy. He's not violent, he's well respected in the community, has a great sense of humour, works hard and has provided financially for us really well. However as a father and husband I feel he falls short time after time but I can't comment because we'll get into a tit for tat argument rather than him taking on board the feedback. I didn't have a dad and I know I had sugar coated expectations of him, but his idea of doing stuff with the kids is pretty much Netflix. I had a health scare late '15 and he was amazing but that just makes it worse when the rows happen because it's so hard to reconcile the two versions of him.
A classic row is if I say someone said X - He'll suddenly latch on and I'm expected to know their reasons and be able to explain them. It's exhausting because often it's just me chattering away and suddenly you are in the middle of a row about something inconsequential that someone irrelevant has said.
We've been to counselling and it often falls down because he comes out with this great speech about how amazing I am and how he's lucky to have me and the counsellors (who recognise him from local media) fawn over him and I want to puke. The most recent counsellor I went to tried to get him to come along but he eventually declared that he "was too busy, can't he just fix you and then tell me what to do?".
We don't have art of the walls, and have few photos in frames because I lack the taste to decorate properly and he's too busy. Even something as banal as our bedding has to be approved. It's bloody ridiculous. My office is "my space" (we both work from home) and that's where nicknacks etc go because I wouldn't try to impose on communal space. Even then, we're talking about a few candles and plants.
A big issue that we address but don't resolve is that 4 years ago we organised a family holiday and meet up with friends from the UK in SE Asia. Booked and paid for well in advance but the travel insurance was left until the last minute despite my expressing concerns. My Mum, by this stage, was on dialysis and was starting to develop complications that were seriously life threatening. The hospital wanted to do an op and she agreed despite there being several indicators that her decline was speeding up. The op went well but it triggered a number of other things to start falling apart and it became apparent to me that she wasn't going to be able to pull out of this one. I asked the drs point blank if I should cancel the trip and they assured me that by the time I returned Mum would be ready for rehab and to return to her rest home after that. I couldn't believe my ears. I tried to talk to my husband about cancelling but he wouldn't hear of it and I really felt I didn't have a leg to stand on so I went. 1 week into the 3 week holiday and we were called back home. The travel insurance company didn't want to know (fair enough, we didn't pay until after Mum's op) so we spent thousands on new flights. She died about a week later but wasn't lucid again. Her friends were amazing while I was gone and were lovely to me but I felt then, and still feel, just dreadful for leaving a dying woman while I went off on holiday. I know I'd think anyone else who did what I did was a monster. The platitude that "I wasn't to know" is crap, because anyone could see how rapidly she was going downhill.
I've started marathon running and one of my coaches was doing her new customer evaluation and asked about my relationship. It was shitty that day so she got that kind of response - she said that was really normal, people can't control their lives so they take on crazy, punishing goals to prove to themselves that they can.
I feel like I'm still the drifting, aimless teenager who is functioning quite well but not going anywhere and not really happy. I've been on anti depressants but after a while I worked out that I wasn't depressed as much as I was just unhappy - but first world problems, right?! Nothing to really be unhappy about.
If we broke up would I really be that much happier? I'd have to get a real job (which I actually like the idea of) but I'd have him as a full time antagonist. My kids are in their late teens and I don't want them to be screwed up by my lack of action when they were little. 90% of the time the days just drift past and I'm happy enough but there are things I'd like to do that I know I can never do if I'm with him - like saddle pack in Yellowstone, or go on a cruise. He has his idea of a perfect holiday and that's that.
I feel like I haven't really progressed from the teenager who doesn't like to make waves and just goes along with what everyone wants. I've got no idea what would make me happy or how to go about finding out. I feel like I stay put out of weakness rather than a belief that this is where I belong. How do I sort through it all?