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I fear that he is trying to keep coming up with excuses to stay mad. I hope not but I don’t always believe everything he says right now. He says he was never happy with our marriage but then he says that he intended to stay with me forever. He says that he hasn’t loved me since before we even set a wedding date but he wanted to have children with me. It’s all so contradictory. I’m confused and I am sure that’s probably why my posts are confusing.
Did he explain to the counselor that he wished he had dated and had sex with other women before committing to marriage? Does she understand that he works a high danger, high stress job and works a lot of hours at that? Then he comes home to a couple young kids and a busy/distracted/tired wife who is trying to take care of said kids and household? These things make such a difference.
If it helps I have been married to my husband for 10 years. 11 in December. We have had our ups and downs and some of the downs are similar to yours. He, while certainly not a virgin, felt he didn’t get enough single adult time to fool around before I snatched him up. He also works a high stress and dangerous job. And he had issues with some hurtful and angry things I said to him over the years. And he wished he had continued his education, but there was no way he could do so with his job.
We started working on us when we realized we were both not feeling connection and were unhappy. There were periods of time we each felt we may not love each other.
First, my husband realized that the job and lack of education wasn’t my fault and that leaving wouldn’t change the fact that he had responsibilities and would have to continue working. So, that helped. He recognized that some of his unhappiness simply had nothing to do with me and wasn’t something he could change for now, at least. I guess he’d blamed me, but not. As in he logically knew it wasn’t my fault,but some illogicalpartof him attached it to me anyways.
Second, he realized that having more sexual experiences wasn’t going to realistically be as he’d like to imagine. Often times, the fantasy is much better than the reality.
I think a large part of that was seeing co-workers and friends divorce and not be living it up as he and they imagined. Turns out, you still have to go to work, pay your bills, take the kids on visitations, deal with being tired and stressed just like when married without the benefit of a spouse to help, and that there aren’t perfect 10 women around every corner looking for one night stands.
I am pretty sure the thought of cooking his own meals, doing his own laundry, cleaning his own house, doing the yard work, shopping, errands, bill payment and car repairs on his own didn’t appeal much, either. Not to mention coming home alone, going to bed alone, and not seeing the kids every day isn’t exactly a happy thought. But that is the reality of a divorced man.
Then we finally talked about the emotional hurt I’d caused him and he had caused me and we agreed to understand each others point of view, forgive, and stop being chickens and let the feelings we’d restrained come naturally.
It was not without effort. We had to police our own behavior and not overreact or just give up when we had a setback. If I got angry or stressed and said something unkind, he had to not take it personally and I had to apologize and explain what was really wrong that made me behave that way so that he could understand. The more we did that the more we paid attention to our moods and motivations and could head off angry or hurtful behaviors at the pass.
What helped the most for us was that we started doing something together. We both needed to lose some weight and I needed to work on cardio because my heart is not in great shape and I will literally die if I don’t take action. My cardiologist was very clear on that point and my mom died at 44 from heart failure. I’m 38.
So, anyways, we started eating better, going to a cheap local gym together, helping and encouraging each other. That went a long way toward re-connection.
We also hide out in the gym parking lot and talk before we go in. Kids and dogs always need something or are in some kind of trouble and the household is loud. In the car, all alone, we can actually talk and laugh without interruption. It’s only about 30 minutes a day, but it’s made a world of difference.
And we made Saturday nights ours. We light candles, play music, talk, laugh, sometimes we play a game (I like Battleship

) and then we let the evening head where it may. No pressure to have sex and no pressure not to. No pressure to do anything but just be and enjoy each others company. Reminds us of why we married in the first place.
We have been closer and more solidly committed to each other, not just the marriage but each other as people, than we ever were.
There is hope.
Oh, and I once believed love shouldn’t take work. What I later realized was that love didn’t take work. It was always there. What took work was behaving like we loved each other and giving ourselves/the relationship the time and attention needed to allow love tobe felt and expressed.