January 25, 2010
(I got the year wrong in the picture)
I just found a recent writing of [my husband’s] that was extra descriptive of a sexy girl – maybe it didn’t have to elude to anything other than describing another woman just to sell clothing but it HURTS SO MUCH. MY HUSBAND who CHEATED on ME STILL THINKS ENOUGH ABOUT OTHER WOMEN to FREELY WRITE (about) THEM EVEN THOUGH IT HURTS ME, EVEN IF IT’S “NOTHING”. I CAN’T DO THIS, GOD. I CAN’T.
I told him to move out.
Without MISSING A BEAT, he said, “Ok.”
Lord, I just feel nothing. No emotion, nothing. I am so tired. I want someone better. I want to live. I don’t want the daily pain of a noncommital, cheating husband. I want to be done. I am done. And I know, deep down, he’s done, too. He won’t change. I do not matter enough to him for him to stop hurting me. I will not tolerate it.
January 26, 2010
I’m at the end of my rope, and so is he. Last night didn’t go so well. He was gone all day with a photographer, scouting locations for a shoot. It most certainly didn’t help when [my mother-in-law] came over in the midst of me being angry. She was “checking in on me”, seeing how I was doing. I showed her the article he had written, and, again, it didn’t faze her. I tried to explain why it upset me so much, until, finally, I erupted.
“Your son is a piece of shit!” It felt so good to say that.
She edged forward on the couch across from me, and her eyes narrowed.
“Don’t you dare talk about my son that way.” Her voice was cold.
“Don’t you dare come over here, uninvited, and pretend to know how I’m feeling.” My voice got louder. “I can say whatever I want to about my husband because he’s my husband. I know him better than you do.”
I could feel the adrenaline pulsating through my veins as I got even more angry with her. [My husband] finally came home, with blood on his white T-shirt. He just stood back and observed the madness. I threw his article at him, and told [my mother-in-law] to LEAVE MY HOUSE. I yelled and cussed at her – obviously not good behavior – but I just can’t take her or [my father-in-law] anymore. Leave me alone! Things escalated and got even uglier, when she grabbed me by my shoulders and pushed me up against the wall.
I did not touch her. I moved forward, off the wall, using the threat of my body weight to make her back away.
I opened the door. “Get out.”
Oh, Lord, I just can’t do any of this very well.
Am I proud that I lost it and cursed at his mother? No.
Am I right by throwing papers and his infidelity at him over and over again? No.
Does it solve anything? No.
Do I feel worse? Yes.
IT MAKES ME RAGING ANGRY to think about the way he stood and watched his mother physically assault me, and then take her side. Did she apologize to me? Nope. I was the one who apologized to her. My therapist AND marriage counselor asked, “WHY?” Ha, ha. Touche.
I can’t talk to him about it, because he will forever and always defend her – she is his mother — and whatever fucked up Oedipus complex he has with her. The truth is that his parents are way too overinvolved. EVERYONE can see it, even the neighbors. I can’t even talk to him about it because he matches my catastrophizing with statements such as, “I’m sick of you.”
I give it to You, God. I give You my anger. I am extremely angry with his parents, maybe even more so than him at this point. I need to forgive them for the hurt they have caused me for years. I have felt “unworthy” of them and their love for years, unworthy of their “golden, summer son” who STILL can do no wrong in their eyes. The point is to not get angry with them, it is to accept it and move forward.
From this day forward my relationship with my in-laws must change. That is true and necessary. I cannot change them but I can change with Your help, Lord, and I pray that You would release me from my anger towards them.
God, forgive me. I am ashamed at how I behaved last night, yelling and screaming. It does no good.
I am to accept that my husband will always write about women. He will always look at them, think about them, etc. I thought for the first 9.2 years of our marriage that he didn’t do that. I was wrong. I thought he would always be faithful and always love me. I was wrong.
I hate who I have become: the jealous, miserable, insecure wife who will never be as exciting as the lover. I will never be as exciting as the story or the description that he writes.
While watching the rerun of the Golden Globes, one writer won Best Screenplay for “Up in the Air”. He dedicated his win to his wife and said that, when asked how he wrote women so well, he used his wife as his inspiration. She was his everything. She inspired him.
My husband shakes his head, and peers at me through those identical blue eyes that his mother possesses and says, “You don’t want to understand.”
I truly do not know if we will make it. After dealing with the incident with my mother-in-law, I just want AWAY from these psychotic, fundamentalist, judging, enabling and hyper-involved people whom I can never please. Even if I’m doing something right in their eyes, it is a temporary good. I will never be good enough for their salty, tall and tan, blonde baby boy. BARF.
Clearly I could go on and on but I am getting worked up again and I want today to NOT begin with anger and malice, and a cold heart. I can’t do it any longer.
He is actually 100% right about me wanting things to be “fixed” my way. I release that burden to you, Lord. I can’t deal with it. And it isn’t about MY way, it’s about YOUR way. It will only be good and right when done YOUR way and in YOUR timing. Not his nine months, not my “today”.
YOUR WILL BE DONE.
God, I earnestly pray for Your guidance in pursuing a separation. This situation doesn’t work and I want to not be so crazy. Everything has changed and I’m desperately grasping at whatever I think or thought was left of the old _______ and Leslie. They were naïve and happy.
My heart is so heavy. I’m shutting up now. Help, God. Please, please help me. I am so lost and confused.
Please, Lord, fill me. Be the love that I so desperately need, that my husband cannot give. Lord, You are all I need. I have to believe that, and trust it, even when I seek human love and approval. Oh, Lord, I am such a fool.
January 27, 2010
Lord, I know I need to calm down. He makes me so angry. He criticizes me for “my rotten behavior”, yet he sits on that stupid couch all day long, doesn’t do the dishes, doesn’t deal with life. He sits back and criticizes. He hurts purposefully.
I DON’T WANT TO BE MARRIED TO THIS PERSON ANYMORE.
I can leave and maybe I will. He broke the marriage. Oh, and it’s my “rotten attitude” that is keeping it from being “fun”. NO, it’s the fact that he is a LAZY person.
Ugh, I am overreacting. I am impatient. He makes me so angry; his whole “deal”. It’s nauseating. He doesn’t want to “deal” with anything.
I want out I want out I want out
I WANT OUT!!
I feel (or have felt) many of these pains. It is very hard to live without love.
He broke the vows by cheating so you are free to go. I would leave, especially if you don’t have it in you to fight and he’s not remorseful and trying to make it work.
I feel exactly the same. Thinking that God wants me to stay in this cage and suffer rest of my life wants me to stay away from God. I don’t have any emotions, feelings and faith anymore.
I am just incredibly amazed about your humble weak, so God dependent heart! You are amazing and so far, this is the incredible life of someone who is being sanctify! I hope the end of your story IS what I’m expecting! I’m right there in the same turmoil and battle you are! And same… Just able to cling to God, which is actually His own doing. I know it is His mercy and unfailing love who keeps us holding on to Him! Praise God!
Oh boy can I relate to the whole mother-in-law situation….
You know what I won’t even judge you in fact I can’t! I love your writing style and any stuck up “christian” can say whatever! I feel like this and then some. While my husband hasn’t been unfaithful yet.. I struggle living with a passive aggressive man.lord just help us all. We’re falling and it’s hard to get up
It’s amazing how an addict can make you feel and act like the crazy one. Your clear, un-sensored writing style brings me into the presence of your deep human experience. It’s so important for people to know that they are not the only one’s who go through times like this and you are opening that door………bravo!