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Brother_Ryan
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There are a lot of things I’d like to respond to about the last several posts:
I have tried approaching my wife, calmly, rationally. I have asked that I simply be allowed to spend time with my son. Her response, over and over again, is “*you are in no position to make any demands right now. When I decide Cole you should see Cole, he’ll see you.” * I’ve tried being sweet, being reasonable, quoting scripture. None of it is working.
I want to talk about my drinking. My wife used to drink with me. We were young and stupid, and we used to be out all night closing down the bars. When we got married, we only drank together for a month (only on weekends and not heavily anymore) and then we found out she was pregnant. We stopped drinking immediately. I never touched a drop of booze when she was pregnant. In fact, I didn’t for 23 months, until that fateful night that I wish, more than anything else, I could take back.
Someone had mentioned that she might be tired of living with an alcoholic and that lead to the absence of a healthy sexual relationship. The truth is, for the last handful of months, she drank and I didn’t. She isn’t a drunk, but she doesn’t like or enjoy the fact that I stopped drinking. By the way, any time over the past few years when we used to drink (2 years ago), we never argued, I never said anything rude or lost my temper. As a matter of fact, alcohol really hadn’t played any kind of role in our relationship or our marriage. The reason I went to AA in the first place is because my father, brother, grandfather and friends all have/had severe drinking problems. I saw beginning signs and I wanted to nip it in the bud. To be completely honest, I’m not sure booze had anything to do with what happened six weeks ago. I just can’t say for sure that it does. I realize it served as a bit of a catalyst that evening, but it isn’t what made me do what I did.
As far as giving serious thought as to why, well, the answer may not be pretty, but the truth is that I felt like I hadn’t been touched in months (because I hadn’t). My wife hasn’t been interested in any kind of physical relationship since our son was born. I’ve tried to be understanding, I’ve been sweet, I’ve read books on postpartum depression, everything. None of it seemed to fit what she was going through. She simply used to say “I’m too tired,” night after night, week after week, month after month. She would say it for months. She also didn’t seem to want to have other children. I can’t say that I understand my wifes reasoning, but I know that I was walking around the night of my cheating with the thought “my wife does not love me” in my head. The reason is because I asked her if she still loved me the day before and she didn’t say she did or didn’t. She didn’t say anything. She just walked away. I thought to myself “I can’t make her happy. She wants something else out of life.” I was a wreck over it.
Now… I want to make it clear. I am not using this as an excuse, I am not condoning my actions and I am not blameshifting. I am trying to tell you what has happened that lead up to all of this.
I am afraid to talk to a lawyer too quickly, mostly because I want to believe that she loves me enough to forgive me and loves this marriage and family enough to come home. I want to believe that things will work out. I pray for them all the time. I love them both immensely. I don’t ever want to be without them again. I screwed this up. I know it and I can’t change it. I just want my family back. I want to see my son. And I definitely shouldn’t have to abandon my faith and convert in order to do it.
Yours In Christ,
Ryan
I have tried approaching my wife, calmly, rationally. I have asked that I simply be allowed to spend time with my son. Her response, over and over again, is “*you are in no position to make any demands right now. When I decide Cole you should see Cole, he’ll see you.” * I’ve tried being sweet, being reasonable, quoting scripture. None of it is working.
I want to talk about my drinking. My wife used to drink with me. We were young and stupid, and we used to be out all night closing down the bars. When we got married, we only drank together for a month (only on weekends and not heavily anymore) and then we found out she was pregnant. We stopped drinking immediately. I never touched a drop of booze when she was pregnant. In fact, I didn’t for 23 months, until that fateful night that I wish, more than anything else, I could take back.
Someone had mentioned that she might be tired of living with an alcoholic and that lead to the absence of a healthy sexual relationship. The truth is, for the last handful of months, she drank and I didn’t. She isn’t a drunk, but she doesn’t like or enjoy the fact that I stopped drinking. By the way, any time over the past few years when we used to drink (2 years ago), we never argued, I never said anything rude or lost my temper. As a matter of fact, alcohol really hadn’t played any kind of role in our relationship or our marriage. The reason I went to AA in the first place is because my father, brother, grandfather and friends all have/had severe drinking problems. I saw beginning signs and I wanted to nip it in the bud. To be completely honest, I’m not sure booze had anything to do with what happened six weeks ago. I just can’t say for sure that it does. I realize it served as a bit of a catalyst that evening, but it isn’t what made me do what I did.
As far as giving serious thought as to why, well, the answer may not be pretty, but the truth is that I felt like I hadn’t been touched in months (because I hadn’t). My wife hasn’t been interested in any kind of physical relationship since our son was born. I’ve tried to be understanding, I’ve been sweet, I’ve read books on postpartum depression, everything. None of it seemed to fit what she was going through. She simply used to say “I’m too tired,” night after night, week after week, month after month. She would say it for months. She also didn’t seem to want to have other children. I can’t say that I understand my wifes reasoning, but I know that I was walking around the night of my cheating with the thought “my wife does not love me” in my head. The reason is because I asked her if she still loved me the day before and she didn’t say she did or didn’t. She didn’t say anything. She just walked away. I thought to myself “I can’t make her happy. She wants something else out of life.” I was a wreck over it.
Now… I want to make it clear. I am not using this as an excuse, I am not condoning my actions and I am not blameshifting. I am trying to tell you what has happened that lead up to all of this.
I am afraid to talk to a lawyer too quickly, mostly because I want to believe that she loves me enough to forgive me and loves this marriage and family enough to come home. I want to believe that things will work out. I pray for them all the time. I love them both immensely. I don’t ever want to be without them again. I screwed this up. I know it and I can’t change it. I just want my family back. I want to see my son. And I definitely shouldn’t have to abandon my faith and convert in order to do it.
Yours In Christ,
Ryan