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Dear Friends,
I feel that I am at a breaking point in my marriage, and have been for some time. This is going to be a very long post, so I apologize in advance, but I appreciate any advice/guidance anyone can offer.
My wife and I married a little almost four years ago. We are both Catholic, and we now have one child about to turn three and a 15-month-old. I suppose I should be thankful that our marriage has been relatively peaceful. We rarely argue or fight. There is no alcohol or drug abuse. We have close family members living nearby. So why am I so miserable?
First off, you should know a little something about me. I am an enormously guilty person. I feel guilty about everything, and I do whatever possible to make others’ happy. I do not stick up for myself, and I can’t stand confrontations. When someone I am close to is angry with me, it just eats me away from the inside. Therefore, when someone does something that makes me angry, I rarely say anything because I want to avoid confrontation. It just sits inside until I forget about it and move on. I hate that I’m like this, but it’s simply not something I’ve been able to change.
I met my wife on a blind date that a close mutual friend of ours setup. We dated regularly at first, up until the point that we got together about 4-5 times a week. I had a great time hanging out with her. We were engaged after approximately six months of dating, and we scheduled our wedding for about 10 months later.
As a little background, I was living with my sister and her two adopted children when my wife and I met. My sister and I have always been extremely close, and when I graduated college, neither of us had much money or many friends, so we decided to live together. I always wanted to live on my own, but money was always an issue. I had lived with her for about seven years. At one point during that timeframe, she reached a stage in her life where she felt like she would never get married. She really wanted kids, so she decided to work in foster care with the hopes of adopting children. To make a long story short, infants were moved in and out of our home, until she finally ended up getting full custody of a boy and a girl. Although I had always enjoyed living with her, I yearned more and more for a change, or to live on my own. By this point, I could’ve afforded to live on my own, but my sister couldn’t afford a place of her own with two kids, so I ultimately stayed for her sake.
Why is this important? Well, I feel it was one of the main reasons why my wife and I were engaged so quickly. I’ve never had very high self-esteem, and I had met a woman who I knew really loved me, and I didn’t expect to find anyone else. I’m incredibly embarrassed to admit this too, but I was also a 30+ year-old virgin, so you can probably fill in the blanks on that. Finally, I was yearning for a change. I wanted a change of scenery. If I wasn’t going to be able to live alone, at least I would have someone new to hang out with. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my wife both before and during the engagement, but I guess I didn’t know her well enough.
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I feel that I am at a breaking point in my marriage, and have been for some time. This is going to be a very long post, so I apologize in advance, but I appreciate any advice/guidance anyone can offer.
My wife and I married a little almost four years ago. We are both Catholic, and we now have one child about to turn three and a 15-month-old. I suppose I should be thankful that our marriage has been relatively peaceful. We rarely argue or fight. There is no alcohol or drug abuse. We have close family members living nearby. So why am I so miserable?
First off, you should know a little something about me. I am an enormously guilty person. I feel guilty about everything, and I do whatever possible to make others’ happy. I do not stick up for myself, and I can’t stand confrontations. When someone I am close to is angry with me, it just eats me away from the inside. Therefore, when someone does something that makes me angry, I rarely say anything because I want to avoid confrontation. It just sits inside until I forget about it and move on. I hate that I’m like this, but it’s simply not something I’ve been able to change.
I met my wife on a blind date that a close mutual friend of ours setup. We dated regularly at first, up until the point that we got together about 4-5 times a week. I had a great time hanging out with her. We were engaged after approximately six months of dating, and we scheduled our wedding for about 10 months later.
As a little background, I was living with my sister and her two adopted children when my wife and I met. My sister and I have always been extremely close, and when I graduated college, neither of us had much money or many friends, so we decided to live together. I always wanted to live on my own, but money was always an issue. I had lived with her for about seven years. At one point during that timeframe, she reached a stage in her life where she felt like she would never get married. She really wanted kids, so she decided to work in foster care with the hopes of adopting children. To make a long story short, infants were moved in and out of our home, until she finally ended up getting full custody of a boy and a girl. Although I had always enjoyed living with her, I yearned more and more for a change, or to live on my own. By this point, I could’ve afforded to live on my own, but my sister couldn’t afford a place of her own with two kids, so I ultimately stayed for her sake.
Why is this important? Well, I feel it was one of the main reasons why my wife and I were engaged so quickly. I’ve never had very high self-esteem, and I had met a woman who I knew really loved me, and I didn’t expect to find anyone else. I’m incredibly embarrassed to admit this too, but I was also a 30+ year-old virgin, so you can probably fill in the blanks on that. Finally, I was yearning for a change. I wanted a change of scenery. If I wasn’t going to be able to live alone, at least I would have someone new to hang out with. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my wife both before and during the engagement, but I guess I didn’t know her well enough.
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