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lynn0704
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I have been married over ten years and have three young children. My husband is ten years older than me and we met shortly after I graduated college. In hindsight, we were not a good match from the beginning and I was too young to get so involved. We had some pretty large fights but I just kept going on with him, he treated me like I was this dream that saved him. After we got married, it became apparent quickly that he had a temper. On our honeymoon, he became angry and ended up ripping off his pants at hotel because of some issue with his flipflop. Then after it, there has been a temper outburst around every six months for the duration of our marriage. When he tries to do something and it doesn’t work as he expects, he goes into a rage and ends up breaking things - dishwasher, phones, punched holes in wall, the car navigation, etc. At times he has been physical with me. Not hitting but has shoved, held down, pushed. The last time he was physical was probably two years ago. It has probably not occurred since because I can see now when he is going to have a blow up and I try not to provoke or engage in it as I know it will elevate.
About six months ago, he became enraged and broke a bunch of stuff in front of our children. At that point, we talked to our priest and he started to see a psychologist. He went on medicine and that has seemed to help with the rage elevating to breaking things as there hasn’t been any major blow ups since. However, he has continued to become angry quickly and takes it out by screaming at me. He has called me a moron in front our kids and other names. When I try to talk to him about something that he doesn’t like once he is done with the discussion, he will start yelling as he knows that I will back off because I don’t want our kids to hear him (usually after the kids are in bed). I have reached a point where I’m thinking about what it would be like to leave and separate as I know deep down I should probably have done this a long time ago. I don’t know why I haven’t left in the past - it’s a combination of fear of the unknown, dividing the family, or ruining this perceived perfect life that we have from the outside. We live in our dream home, our kids go to catholic school. In between the outbursts, I get into a mode of thinking everything is great as he can be wonderful and we have generally a good relationship when there isn’t a blow up. He does nice things for me and does treat me kindly most of the time.
We haven’t had sex in over six months and there’s reason that I know of why not. I feel terrible at the thought of leaving though - he is trying as he is on meds and seeing a dr now, the kids love him and have fun with him, we have our dream home and what appears to be a dream life which would be lost if I left. 90% of the time things are wonderful. I’m at a crossroads and I feel guilty even thinking of leaving. I am scared of breaking up our family and honestly don’t want to hurt him either as I do care for him, and I’m honestly scared how he will react if I tell him that I want to separate.
About six months ago, he became enraged and broke a bunch of stuff in front of our children. At that point, we talked to our priest and he started to see a psychologist. He went on medicine and that has seemed to help with the rage elevating to breaking things as there hasn’t been any major blow ups since. However, he has continued to become angry quickly and takes it out by screaming at me. He has called me a moron in front our kids and other names. When I try to talk to him about something that he doesn’t like once he is done with the discussion, he will start yelling as he knows that I will back off because I don’t want our kids to hear him (usually after the kids are in bed). I have reached a point where I’m thinking about what it would be like to leave and separate as I know deep down I should probably have done this a long time ago. I don’t know why I haven’t left in the past - it’s a combination of fear of the unknown, dividing the family, or ruining this perceived perfect life that we have from the outside. We live in our dream home, our kids go to catholic school. In between the outbursts, I get into a mode of thinking everything is great as he can be wonderful and we have generally a good relationship when there isn’t a blow up. He does nice things for me and does treat me kindly most of the time.
We haven’t had sex in over six months and there’s reason that I know of why not. I feel terrible at the thought of leaving though - he is trying as he is on meds and seeing a dr now, the kids love him and have fun with him, we have our dream home and what appears to be a dream life which would be lost if I left. 90% of the time things are wonderful. I’m at a crossroads and I feel guilty even thinking of leaving. I am scared of breaking up our family and honestly don’t want to hurt him either as I do care for him, and I’m honestly scared how he will react if I tell him that I want to separate.