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I have been trying, really trying, to peacefully cohabitate with my husband, but I’m really having a hard time. This is kind of raw and deeply personal but I need to get it off my chest.
Quick backstory: He is a recovering alcoholic, staying sober (as far as I know - he used to only drink in secret though, so I never knew). We lived apart for about a year while he focused on recovery work and then he moved back in. Our relationship has been touch and go for the past couple years since then - I feel so betrayed and deceived and can’t seem to move past it, and I struggle with his inability to act like an adult and a coparent. I also have a chronic, terminal illness and our child has special needs, so life is complicated and stressful.
We currently live in the same house but separate bedrooms and have no romantic involvement. I love my life otherwise, but feel down, depressed, miserable, exhausted the minute he walks in the door every night. I try to be on friendly terms but even that feels so difficult. You can cut the tension in the house with a knife, and we are always stepping on each other’s toes.
Although we live together, he does only about 2% of the parenting, so I basically consider myself a single parent. He is extremely inconsistent and we do not communicate well. For example, tonight he came home 2 hours late, with no explanation… This is very typical, sometimes he’ll text me with what time he’s leaving, but he’s always off by at least an hour or two, which is stressful for me and upsetting to our child. He finally got home, ate, and said he had a headache and went straight to bed. Normally I just deal with it and silently seethe, but I couldn’t do it tonight, he had thrown off our son’s routine too much, I wasn’t feeling well, and I finally marched up to his room and demanded he get out of bed and follow through with his evening commitments to our child. I’m holed up in my room & actually shaking because I have never done something like that.
He is not a horrible person, but our relationship is horrible and the person I have become within this relationship is not someone I enjoy being. I try, but I’m tired and have no interest in spinning my wheels attempting to work on the relationship anymore. He does try in his own way, but his efforts haven’t ever led anywhere positive. I am really, really struggling with the unpredictability and unreliability and unaccountability. This is not the marriage I ever thought I’d have and I truly hate it. If it were not for the Catholic “ban” on divorce, we would’ve just stayed separated. I was a million times happier when we lived apart. Live felt calm and peaceful and manageable. I feel completely trapped and resentful of my own belief system for keeping me in this miserable marriage.
I’m am heartbroken and just plain broken. I can’t believe that God would rather have us stay married than live my remaining months/years alone, in happiness and peace. The misery of our marriage is not good for our child, either. I am angry with God and angry with myself and I just can’t do it anymore but I feel like I have no choice but to just suffer in silence and desperately, frantically try to hold up both sides of this broken family. I don’t know what to do.
Quick backstory: He is a recovering alcoholic, staying sober (as far as I know - he used to only drink in secret though, so I never knew). We lived apart for about a year while he focused on recovery work and then he moved back in. Our relationship has been touch and go for the past couple years since then - I feel so betrayed and deceived and can’t seem to move past it, and I struggle with his inability to act like an adult and a coparent. I also have a chronic, terminal illness and our child has special needs, so life is complicated and stressful.
We currently live in the same house but separate bedrooms and have no romantic involvement. I love my life otherwise, but feel down, depressed, miserable, exhausted the minute he walks in the door every night. I try to be on friendly terms but even that feels so difficult. You can cut the tension in the house with a knife, and we are always stepping on each other’s toes.
Although we live together, he does only about 2% of the parenting, so I basically consider myself a single parent. He is extremely inconsistent and we do not communicate well. For example, tonight he came home 2 hours late, with no explanation… This is very typical, sometimes he’ll text me with what time he’s leaving, but he’s always off by at least an hour or two, which is stressful for me and upsetting to our child. He finally got home, ate, and said he had a headache and went straight to bed. Normally I just deal with it and silently seethe, but I couldn’t do it tonight, he had thrown off our son’s routine too much, I wasn’t feeling well, and I finally marched up to his room and demanded he get out of bed and follow through with his evening commitments to our child. I’m holed up in my room & actually shaking because I have never done something like that.
He is not a horrible person, but our relationship is horrible and the person I have become within this relationship is not someone I enjoy being. I try, but I’m tired and have no interest in spinning my wheels attempting to work on the relationship anymore. He does try in his own way, but his efforts haven’t ever led anywhere positive. I am really, really struggling with the unpredictability and unreliability and unaccountability. This is not the marriage I ever thought I’d have and I truly hate it. If it were not for the Catholic “ban” on divorce, we would’ve just stayed separated. I was a million times happier when we lived apart. Live felt calm and peaceful and manageable. I feel completely trapped and resentful of my own belief system for keeping me in this miserable marriage.
I’m am heartbroken and just plain broken. I can’t believe that God would rather have us stay married than live my remaining months/years alone, in happiness and peace. The misery of our marriage is not good for our child, either. I am angry with God and angry with myself and I just can’t do it anymore but I feel like I have no choice but to just suffer in silence and desperately, frantically try to hold up both sides of this broken family. I don’t know what to do.