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DazedANDconfused
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New here, sorry it had to be so negative a reason to join.
Whenever we fight about something, I try to get us to talk it out. I try to explain my position and how her actions influence me. She will usually scream, break things, cuss, and threaten divorce. Quite a bit much from someone that is obsessed with the Saints and Mary. We have catholic stuff all over our house! She always has some odd way of tying this back to me. She says that I make her that way and that I’m a bad person for this.
The latest fight is over something truly bizarre. We just got back from visiting her family, out of state. I had to get back a day earlier than she was willing to come back, so she rented a car. She also needed to move more stuff from her parents house.
She calls me when she’s at a rest stop to tell me she’s an hour away and headed home via interstate. Two hours go by and she’s not home. I call, no answer. Text, no answer. I turn to panic realizing she’s called me from a rest top that’s an hour from our home and it’s two hours now! Now it’s almost 1am and I’m driving down the interstate to this rest stop looking for her. I call the police begging for help. They tell me to go home and they’ll meet me there. We wind up officially putting her on the missing persons list. At 3am she calls and says she got lost. How do you get lost on the interstate???!!!
She gets home and acts like I’m way overreacting and that it’s easy to get lost on the interstate and that her phone had Randomly stopped working while lost.
She criticizes me for smelling like scotch (you can bet I had poured some after filing a missing person report) before going to bed, refusing to talk.
Next morning, she acts like nothing was wrong. I eventually confront her and she has an episode. She winds up suggesting that the stunt was a stunt directed at me cuz she’s frustrated with me over something, in general. Feeling her threat for divorce was coming, I chose to beat her to the punch this time by asking if she’d be happy if we went our separate ways. She’s locked herself in the other room and calmly told me to leave her alone, again, acting like I’m some monster.
As an engineer, I try to find fault in myself. The only thing that I can think of is that she has become extremely religious lately (she talks incessantly about the Saints and Mary) and that I am not, and never have been. I’m very faithful, but care little for rituals. I am a convert from a non denominational background. She also refuses sex on the grounds that I don’t have a passion for the religion like she does. So despite some very personal showings of faith that she’s seen from me, Saint level stuff, she seems to have a serious issue that I’m just not into the Saints like she is. She was never ever this way until about a year ago.
I love her deeply and used to have so much fun with her. I’m at the point where I hate life and fantasize about death. I have abandoned my own family (she hates them now) and have no more friends. I left my home for a new state because she hated our home…I feel alone. I’m not the type to end things, but don’t know how I can live her anymore.
Whenever we fight about something, I try to get us to talk it out. I try to explain my position and how her actions influence me. She will usually scream, break things, cuss, and threaten divorce. Quite a bit much from someone that is obsessed with the Saints and Mary. We have catholic stuff all over our house! She always has some odd way of tying this back to me. She says that I make her that way and that I’m a bad person for this.
The latest fight is over something truly bizarre. We just got back from visiting her family, out of state. I had to get back a day earlier than she was willing to come back, so she rented a car. She also needed to move more stuff from her parents house.
She calls me when she’s at a rest stop to tell me she’s an hour away and headed home via interstate. Two hours go by and she’s not home. I call, no answer. Text, no answer. I turn to panic realizing she’s called me from a rest top that’s an hour from our home and it’s two hours now! Now it’s almost 1am and I’m driving down the interstate to this rest stop looking for her. I call the police begging for help. They tell me to go home and they’ll meet me there. We wind up officially putting her on the missing persons list. At 3am she calls and says she got lost. How do you get lost on the interstate???!!!
She gets home and acts like I’m way overreacting and that it’s easy to get lost on the interstate and that her phone had Randomly stopped working while lost.
She criticizes me for smelling like scotch (you can bet I had poured some after filing a missing person report) before going to bed, refusing to talk.
Next morning, she acts like nothing was wrong. I eventually confront her and she has an episode. She winds up suggesting that the stunt was a stunt directed at me cuz she’s frustrated with me over something, in general. Feeling her threat for divorce was coming, I chose to beat her to the punch this time by asking if she’d be happy if we went our separate ways. She’s locked herself in the other room and calmly told me to leave her alone, again, acting like I’m some monster.
As an engineer, I try to find fault in myself. The only thing that I can think of is that she has become extremely religious lately (she talks incessantly about the Saints and Mary) and that I am not, and never have been. I’m very faithful, but care little for rituals. I am a convert from a non denominational background. She also refuses sex on the grounds that I don’t have a passion for the religion like she does. So despite some very personal showings of faith that she’s seen from me, Saint level stuff, she seems to have a serious issue that I’m just not into the Saints like she is. She was never ever this way until about a year ago.
I love her deeply and used to have so much fun with her. I’m at the point where I hate life and fantasize about death. I have abandoned my own family (she hates them now) and have no more friends. I left my home for a new state because she hated our home…I feel alone. I’m not the type to end things, but don’t know how I can live her anymore.
