I wasnt specific when i spoke of my first marriage so i will clarify about it… well just because I can really.
my ex and I met when we were 15 and 17 respectivly in 1995
we started having a sexual relationship virtually after that, he was my first, we remained as boyfriend and girlfriend for 4 years marrying in July 1999
We had been going through ups and downs, but I have to say mostly downs, I in my stupidity thought that if I became his wife things would change and improve, so on a whim I asked him as he was driving me home if he would marry me. We then went right through my front door and told my parents we wanted to plan our wedding.
me and my mother planned the whole thing, he didnt want to know, which was upsetting and not going according to plan, the day of the wedding arrived and I was told to wait as he and his grooms men were still in the pub… this infuriated me.
when I got to the alter his breath stunk of whisky, he was by no means drunk but I’d rather not have had to kiss him like that.
then the moment we went on honeymoon that was it … all i was to do was to cook, clean and entertain myself… i was bored stiff, he didnt want to know me in any sence least of all biblically.
then we continued to stay at my parents house, a non eventful year, i was left at home, he went fishing or down the pub… i was getting lonelier and lonelier…
click round to valantines day … i knew i was going to be left high and dry, I planned it all meal, flowers, hotel … sure enough i was right, he hadnt even remembered no big deal ok
our wedding anniversary came round, i spent all week telling him when it was so he wouldnt forget, i got nice clothes to wear i bought him a card and a rose, i had hoped he take me out to dinner as his gift ( he never liked sharing his money or recources it was my money his money all the time) instead what i got was oops i forgot and he went across the road and got a card filled it out next to me and handed it to me, I knew then that things would always be this way i was so lonely I took a job as a photographer and traveled the country, he never called was never bothered where i was i didnt exist…
my parents had tried to warn me, my mum tried to talk me out of it when i got to the church i wish i had listened.
after that i started divorce proceedings and in less than 6 months my “marriage” was over …
i got remarried in 2004 to my husband now and though life has thrown many a thing our way we are still stuck together like glue, he has stood by me when I went crazy (yes true) I’ve been institutionalised and diagnosed Bipolar 1 (manic depression) with psychotic features sounds like fun doesnt it:whacky: he could have blasted himself out of there, but he didnt he said hes not leaving me that he loves me and he’ll face this demon head on with me (WHAT A GUY!!!) my ex wouldnt have done this i’d have been put on blast as soon as I got put in the hospital left to rot in my hospital gown.
my impetuousness has cost me so dearly over my life time i rush in and make very huge mistakes like getting married at the age of 18 to a guy who doesnt acknowledge your existance…
i often end up doing stunts like this, it usually manifests now in me remodeling my house and hubby coming home to carnage, or I’ve spent loads of cash on stuff we dont want nor need… the worst times are when I get angry, bipolar rage isnt fun not for me and least of all for anyone else…
I had carried on for years like this and people just thought i was eccentric, i was in fact deeply unwell and needed help, if id had that help sooner rather than later i doubt i would have married him as i would have been thinking clearly.