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HurtbutChanging
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I am completely ashamed of my situation, but here it goes. My husband and I have been married for a little over 1.5 years, and have never consummated the marriage. We were/ are both virgins when we married. Initially we did not have sex because we were just beginning to following NPF and wanted to ensure that we were doing the charting correctly. Eventually it just became an excuse to avoid that type of intimacy all together… It’s such an awkward and difficult thing to explain. I can’t even really begin to explain my reasoning for not giving myself to him. I think part of the problem may be that our courtship was short, and at times I believe we jumped into marriage without giving it a chance to grow.
We were engaged 9 months after we initially started dating, and married about a year later. The situation gets a bit more complicated as when we met I had JUST ended a 6 year relationship with another man. Instead of giving myself the a ‘proper’ break, I agreed to go on a date with him. I knew at the time that it was probably a mistake to jump so quickly, but I was so excited about him! He was the first somewhat cool
young practicing Catholic that I ever met! He was quite a bit different than all the other guys I knew who were/continue to be heavily into partying, and promiscuous. He just seemed like such a great catch (and he is)! We definitely have our problems though. He’s not the best communicator, which often leaves me feeling lonely. I’m also the one who ‘works’ on the relationship, and he really does nothing to contribute to the success of our marriage. He’s an introvert who depends on me for his social life. He rarely sees his friends, and quite frankly, doesn’t really have any other than me.
He’s been well aware of my feelings long (maybe 5-6 months) before the wedding, but assured me that everything would be fine and that I was just experiencing cold feet. I sometimes think that I would have liked to remain single a bit longer, and to just enjoy the dating/ “getting to know each other better” stage a bit longer.
I don’t know where to turn. We started going to counseling together, but it didn’t turn out too well. I’ve just started going for individual counseling too, so I hope it gives me a little bit of insight into my situation. We continue to pray together on a daily basis too. My husband has been extremely patient and understanding, but I mean…something has got to give! He’s willing to work on things too…There have been times when I just thought to myself to just ‘do it’ and get it over with, but…I obviously don’t want to ‘give’ myself away when I’m suffering with this state of mind…
The plot thickens even more. Nine months or so after getting married, I returned to school. There I met a man who I would normally be attracted to, but would have the good sense to avoid. He was the typical bad boy: casual drug user, 12 year old son out of wedlock, former cop, promiscuous lifestyle (we’re talking like 85-90 partners), chronic liar, tattoos (one of them even read, "In the name of the son, father and Holy Spirit, in Latin), and yes, even a former alter boy! And yes I fell for temptation. We had an emotional and physical relationship (of course it was never consummated - THANK GOSH) for a few months. He promised me the world (e.g. claimed how perfect we’d be together, attend church together, have children together etc) and despite all the warning signs (including gut feelings) I fell for him hook, line, and sinker. Example of a warning sign, one night after working on a group project together he asked me to attend a party his friend was throwing. I agreed to attend. Most of the people there had children, so the deal was the children would ‘play’ downstairs while the adults were upstairs enjoying some adult beverages. Well, this man got completely plastered, and even smoked some drugs! With his son downstairs! The kicker is that he is a grown man of 35 years old too who just so happens to be a state of perceptual adolescence. After years of ‘playing it smart’ I fell for a player…the saddest thing is that during the affair I could feel some distance growing between God and myself. Praying felt fake…obviously I knew what I was doing was wrong.
Long story short, I confessed to my husband about the affair. My husband is willing/wanting to work on our relationship. He feels that God put us on eachother’s paths for a reason. I messed up so badly here…I don’t even know how to put my life back together. I keep telling myself that this is a perfect opportunity to deepen my faith and my relationship with the Lord. I pray A LOT, read the bible, and other spiritual books (of the Catholic faith of course). I’m am sickened with myself, because normally I am such a “good girl.” One of the worst things is that I miss the ‘other man’, or at least how I knew him to be. I guess I really never did know who he truly was, he just presented himself to me the way I wanted him to…but I still cry about it, and think about it.
So at the very least I’m glad to get this off my chest. If anyone has any words of encouragement or advice feel free to comment.
We were engaged 9 months after we initially started dating, and married about a year later. The situation gets a bit more complicated as when we met I had JUST ended a 6 year relationship with another man. Instead of giving myself the a ‘proper’ break, I agreed to go on a date with him. I knew at the time that it was probably a mistake to jump so quickly, but I was so excited about him! He was the first somewhat cool
He’s been well aware of my feelings long (maybe 5-6 months) before the wedding, but assured me that everything would be fine and that I was just experiencing cold feet. I sometimes think that I would have liked to remain single a bit longer, and to just enjoy the dating/ “getting to know each other better” stage a bit longer.
I don’t know where to turn. We started going to counseling together, but it didn’t turn out too well. I’ve just started going for individual counseling too, so I hope it gives me a little bit of insight into my situation. We continue to pray together on a daily basis too. My husband has been extremely patient and understanding, but I mean…something has got to give! He’s willing to work on things too…There have been times when I just thought to myself to just ‘do it’ and get it over with, but…I obviously don’t want to ‘give’ myself away when I’m suffering with this state of mind…
The plot thickens even more. Nine months or so after getting married, I returned to school. There I met a man who I would normally be attracted to, but would have the good sense to avoid. He was the typical bad boy: casual drug user, 12 year old son out of wedlock, former cop, promiscuous lifestyle (we’re talking like 85-90 partners), chronic liar, tattoos (one of them even read, "In the name of the son, father and Holy Spirit, in Latin), and yes, even a former alter boy! And yes I fell for temptation. We had an emotional and physical relationship (of course it was never consummated - THANK GOSH) for a few months. He promised me the world (e.g. claimed how perfect we’d be together, attend church together, have children together etc) and despite all the warning signs (including gut feelings) I fell for him hook, line, and sinker. Example of a warning sign, one night after working on a group project together he asked me to attend a party his friend was throwing. I agreed to attend. Most of the people there had children, so the deal was the children would ‘play’ downstairs while the adults were upstairs enjoying some adult beverages. Well, this man got completely plastered, and even smoked some drugs! With his son downstairs! The kicker is that he is a grown man of 35 years old too who just so happens to be a state of perceptual adolescence. After years of ‘playing it smart’ I fell for a player…the saddest thing is that during the affair I could feel some distance growing between God and myself. Praying felt fake…obviously I knew what I was doing was wrong.
Long story short, I confessed to my husband about the affair. My husband is willing/wanting to work on our relationship. He feels that God put us on eachother’s paths for a reason. I messed up so badly here…I don’t even know how to put my life back together. I keep telling myself that this is a perfect opportunity to deepen my faith and my relationship with the Lord. I pray A LOT, read the bible, and other spiritual books (of the Catholic faith of course). I’m am sickened with myself, because normally I am such a “good girl.” One of the worst things is that I miss the ‘other man’, or at least how I knew him to be. I guess I really never did know who he truly was, he just presented himself to me the way I wanted him to…but I still cry about it, and think about it.
So at the very least I’m glad to get this off my chest. If anyone has any words of encouragement or advice feel free to comment.
