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FarmerTim
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I’m not sure why I am really posting in here. I don’t have any particular question or seeking any answer. I’m just profoundly melancholy that I am in the predicament that I am currently in. I have been married for 17 years and have two very wonderful children.
I was raised Catholic but left the church around the time I went into the military. I certainly prayed when bullets were wizzing by and when hunkered down in fox hole but that was it. Now in my mid forties I have found new life in the church. It really felt like coming home. My wife isn’t Catholic and I think she more or less believes but really doesn’t want anything to do with the church.
She is truly one of the nicest people you could ever meet. But when nobody is around, she has this knack, this really special gift, of being able to make those around her just feel like crud. I stay with her because it is the right thing to do. I stay because of the kids. I stay because I made the promise. This isn’t a new thing, I have been at this point now for at least 15 of the 17 years. I keep thinking I can stick it out until one of us dies, I’m tough. But at the same time I wish one of us would just hurry up! I would never wish for anything bad to happen to her in any way. I was just recently struck by all of this and how impossible it all feels. My uncle who is about 85 needed some help moving recently. So his son and I took the task and helped him move. My aunt, his wife is one very cold mean woman and he is the nicest guy and the one everyone loves to be around. Anyway, after moving we ended up going to a bar to get some refreshments because it was about 10 at night and everything was closed in the small mountain town of about 200 people. We ended up talking about his life up to that point and he actually ended up weeping over his choice to stay with his wife. He said he stayed out of some perverse sense of loyalty and it was wrong to get divorced. I sat there realizing that this could be me someday. I could be sitting there thinking that it was a total waste of my life to stay with this woman.
But at the same time, I don’t want my kids coming from a broken home. I don’t know what is right any more. I wish I could go back and have a talk with myself. I’d tell myself that this is a mistake. That it may all seem rosy now but you are going to end up in a miserable sexless marriage and you will end up bitter. I would ask what do you mean by bitter and I’d say that I hate weddings now, I hate movies about weddings, I hate discussions about weddings. I was always a true romantic at heart, but lately not so much.
My son recently asked how he would know when he found true love. I wanted to tell him that it doesn’t exist, that one wife is probably as good as the next, that it really is nothing more than a tolerance or endurance test. That love stinks, romance is an illusion, and that it is a very long, dark, cold, lonely walk down lovers lane. But instead, I just said that I really hope he can find it. And that if you pray, hopefully meet someone in the church and take you time, you can be happy.
My wife doesn’t appreciate “all this church” garbage that I have tried to bring into our lives and it has acted a bit like a wedge on certain issues. She was raised protestant and feels that all the kneeling and responses during church feels to “cultish” in nature.
I just felt the need after 15 years to finally open up and tell the truth in way that is anonymous. To let the cat out of the bag. This has been very therapeutic for me to finally put this all out there. It has only really been between my ears for the last 15 years. I pray every day for strength to stay.
Hopefully I don’t sound like too much of an Eeyore with this note, I usually wouldn’t articulate what I am feeling in this type of an open manner but just felt compelled.
I was raised Catholic but left the church around the time I went into the military. I certainly prayed when bullets were wizzing by and when hunkered down in fox hole but that was it. Now in my mid forties I have found new life in the church. It really felt like coming home. My wife isn’t Catholic and I think she more or less believes but really doesn’t want anything to do with the church.
She is truly one of the nicest people you could ever meet. But when nobody is around, she has this knack, this really special gift, of being able to make those around her just feel like crud. I stay with her because it is the right thing to do. I stay because of the kids. I stay because I made the promise. This isn’t a new thing, I have been at this point now for at least 15 of the 17 years. I keep thinking I can stick it out until one of us dies, I’m tough. But at the same time I wish one of us would just hurry up! I would never wish for anything bad to happen to her in any way. I was just recently struck by all of this and how impossible it all feels. My uncle who is about 85 needed some help moving recently. So his son and I took the task and helped him move. My aunt, his wife is one very cold mean woman and he is the nicest guy and the one everyone loves to be around. Anyway, after moving we ended up going to a bar to get some refreshments because it was about 10 at night and everything was closed in the small mountain town of about 200 people. We ended up talking about his life up to that point and he actually ended up weeping over his choice to stay with his wife. He said he stayed out of some perverse sense of loyalty and it was wrong to get divorced. I sat there realizing that this could be me someday. I could be sitting there thinking that it was a total waste of my life to stay with this woman.
But at the same time, I don’t want my kids coming from a broken home. I don’t know what is right any more. I wish I could go back and have a talk with myself. I’d tell myself that this is a mistake. That it may all seem rosy now but you are going to end up in a miserable sexless marriage and you will end up bitter. I would ask what do you mean by bitter and I’d say that I hate weddings now, I hate movies about weddings, I hate discussions about weddings. I was always a true romantic at heart, but lately not so much.
My son recently asked how he would know when he found true love. I wanted to tell him that it doesn’t exist, that one wife is probably as good as the next, that it really is nothing more than a tolerance or endurance test. That love stinks, romance is an illusion, and that it is a very long, dark, cold, lonely walk down lovers lane. But instead, I just said that I really hope he can find it. And that if you pray, hopefully meet someone in the church and take you time, you can be happy.
My wife doesn’t appreciate “all this church” garbage that I have tried to bring into our lives and it has acted a bit like a wedge on certain issues. She was raised protestant and feels that all the kneeling and responses during church feels to “cultish” in nature.
I just felt the need after 15 years to finally open up and tell the truth in way that is anonymous. To let the cat out of the bag. This has been very therapeutic for me to finally put this all out there. It has only really been between my ears for the last 15 years. I pray every day for strength to stay.
Hopefully I don’t sound like too much of an Eeyore with this note, I usually wouldn’t articulate what I am feeling in this type of an open manner but just felt compelled.