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Hi all,
I have a huge issue. I have been married for almost a decade and for the past few years I have been struggling with the notion that maybe I am not, and have never really been “in love” with my husband. I want to give you my story , It is long and I apologize for that.
In high school I was not that popular with the boys. I was in all the "do gooder clubs and the wait till marriage clubs " you know the ones that all the guys steer far from cause they know they won’t be getting any. I had a few short term high school flings but nothing that lasted more then a few months. I always considered my self to be kind of a nerd.
I met my now husband over the summer my sohmore year of college. (he is 6 years older and had already graduated). He asked me out , I was not really that interested in him at first. We exchanged numbers and I said he could call me. He did , a lot, we talked all the time. His friends would tell me how in love with me he was and please don’t break his heart yadda yadda yadda.
Here was the first issue… I have always been a very practicing Catholic girl. He is a completely non practicing Jewish guy. Basically he is Agnostic. I was not to kean on this from the begining. He had a lot of issues, his family is not close, when we met he was not speaking to his mother and 2 of his siblings. I guess at the time I thought I could help him mend his family relationships, and help him be a better person.(I think I did help him in that retrospect). He has a hot temper and gets mad and angered easily. He has unrealistic expectations of people. He thinks everyone should be as considerate and intelligent as he thinks he is.
My parents were always supportive of my relationship. They are very understanding, loving and open people. My dad once told me he did’nt feel this guy was right for me but he didn’t push the issue.
We got engaged my senior year and I think at the time I secretly had doubts and kept them to myself. (I think a lot of people whom I should have listend to were trying to talk me out of it but I didn’t want to hurt him) The other issue was that I had always thought I wouldsave myself for my husband and since at one point in our relationship I allowed us to become intimate I basically felt like I was betraying myself if I didn’t press forward with our relationship.
Since he was not at all religious he aggreed completely to marriage in my church, raising any kids we had Catholic and all that. At the time I thought that was good enough.
When I graduated I moved back home and got a job in the city. the commute was really far from my parents house so I moved in with my fiance a few moths before the wedding. I started attending the local parish by myself each week. I think it strted to hit me when I joined the choir and some of the women started to ask if they could fix me up with their sons. none of them realized I was engaged since no one ever met this mystery man who NEVER attended Mass. We got married had our 1st baby 2 years later . My second pregnancy ended in a miscariage towards the end of the first trimester. Instead of comming home to comfort me he said he was sorry and that at least it happened early on and not in the second or third timester. The next day I had to go for surgery to avoid hemorging and he told me he had tickets to a playoff game and his friend from out of town had already driven here to go. So I told him to go and that there was nothing he could do for me at the hospital anyhow. (what I wanted to say was how could you choose your friend and a game over me) But I did not, I said go ahead, have fun.
Since then we have had 2 more children. After the 3rd he decided that we were absolutly done having kids and even went to see a Dr about getting a vasectamy.(it is pretty obvious why this would upset me). Fortunatly he did not go through with it. The Dr. gave him a list of potential side affects and he decided not to go through with it.
I take the whole gang to mass every Sunday by myself. I recently have started pestering my husband to come with us, if anything to sit in the cry room with the toddler. But he would rather stay home and watch football previews.He tells me do not push your religion on me. Christening, communions, confirmations, that is all he will attend.
I am so tired of having half of a relationship with my supposed partner. We view so many things so differntly. I tried to get us to go to couples counseling but he refused.
My heart is breaking and I can’t believe how absolutly lonely I feel day after day. I can’t leave him. I would never do that to my children. They love their father and I would never split up our family. Lately I feel like maybe my marriage isn’t realy a valid one and everytime my husband wants to “be with me” I feel like I am fornicating instead of making love to a husband.
I have a huge issue. I have been married for almost a decade and for the past few years I have been struggling with the notion that maybe I am not, and have never really been “in love” with my husband. I want to give you my story , It is long and I apologize for that.
In high school I was not that popular with the boys. I was in all the "do gooder clubs and the wait till marriage clubs " you know the ones that all the guys steer far from cause they know they won’t be getting any. I had a few short term high school flings but nothing that lasted more then a few months. I always considered my self to be kind of a nerd.
I met my now husband over the summer my sohmore year of college. (he is 6 years older and had already graduated). He asked me out , I was not really that interested in him at first. We exchanged numbers and I said he could call me. He did , a lot, we talked all the time. His friends would tell me how in love with me he was and please don’t break his heart yadda yadda yadda.
Here was the first issue… I have always been a very practicing Catholic girl. He is a completely non practicing Jewish guy. Basically he is Agnostic. I was not to kean on this from the begining. He had a lot of issues, his family is not close, when we met he was not speaking to his mother and 2 of his siblings. I guess at the time I thought I could help him mend his family relationships, and help him be a better person.(I think I did help him in that retrospect). He has a hot temper and gets mad and angered easily. He has unrealistic expectations of people. He thinks everyone should be as considerate and intelligent as he thinks he is.
My parents were always supportive of my relationship. They are very understanding, loving and open people. My dad once told me he did’nt feel this guy was right for me but he didn’t push the issue.
We got engaged my senior year and I think at the time I secretly had doubts and kept them to myself. (I think a lot of people whom I should have listend to were trying to talk me out of it but I didn’t want to hurt him) The other issue was that I had always thought I wouldsave myself for my husband and since at one point in our relationship I allowed us to become intimate I basically felt like I was betraying myself if I didn’t press forward with our relationship.
Since he was not at all religious he aggreed completely to marriage in my church, raising any kids we had Catholic and all that. At the time I thought that was good enough.
When I graduated I moved back home and got a job in the city. the commute was really far from my parents house so I moved in with my fiance a few moths before the wedding. I started attending the local parish by myself each week. I think it strted to hit me when I joined the choir and some of the women started to ask if they could fix me up with their sons. none of them realized I was engaged since no one ever met this mystery man who NEVER attended Mass. We got married had our 1st baby 2 years later . My second pregnancy ended in a miscariage towards the end of the first trimester. Instead of comming home to comfort me he said he was sorry and that at least it happened early on and not in the second or third timester. The next day I had to go for surgery to avoid hemorging and he told me he had tickets to a playoff game and his friend from out of town had already driven here to go. So I told him to go and that there was nothing he could do for me at the hospital anyhow. (what I wanted to say was how could you choose your friend and a game over me) But I did not, I said go ahead, have fun.
Since then we have had 2 more children. After the 3rd he decided that we were absolutly done having kids and even went to see a Dr about getting a vasectamy.(it is pretty obvious why this would upset me). Fortunatly he did not go through with it. The Dr. gave him a list of potential side affects and he decided not to go through with it.
I take the whole gang to mass every Sunday by myself. I recently have started pestering my husband to come with us, if anything to sit in the cry room with the toddler. But he would rather stay home and watch football previews.He tells me do not push your religion on me. Christening, communions, confirmations, that is all he will attend.
I am so tired of having half of a relationship with my supposed partner. We view so many things so differntly. I tried to get us to go to couples counseling but he refused.
My heart is breaking and I can’t believe how absolutly lonely I feel day after day. I can’t leave him. I would never do that to my children. They love their father and I would never split up our family. Lately I feel like maybe my marriage isn’t realy a valid one and everytime my husband wants to “be with me” I feel like I am fornicating instead of making love to a husband.