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Fair.
Sharing of Guilt: For two decades I have been in love with a woman because I didn't know what love meant. I made fat loot and she did as well. Our intelligence was magnetic to each other but I know (and I think she does as well) that we were in it for the kids and the money.
Remorse? Look at me. I have PTSD. Not a day goes by that I don't in some way hate myself for causing this pain on both her and me.
What my wife knows? That I won't exist simply for her anymore; I have to find me. I have to BE me. We have slept in separate rooms for almost a year.
My wife is amazingly self-sufficient. She is so smart.
Where I stand? She knows I am not happy. I can't lie to her, I won't, she is far too good for that.
When I married her? I felt like the world had stoppped spinning me in this merry-go-round called life. She was able to help me make sense out of that which did not for me.
I did not mean to irritate anyone.
The clincher, though? I am an alcoholic. I always will be; it is disease. And while AA or rehab has not been my savior, I have learned one thing that I cannot deny. As an alcoholic I need to avoid certain people, places and things. Every time I stop drinking for any respectable amount of time she continues to bring alcohol into the house.
Have I also mentioned yet that she cheated on me with my best man? Twice? While I was out forging a life for us she became lonely and my best friend (and wife) betrayed me. Yeah twice.
I am sorry that I am not the ideal person or that my wife no longer makes me feel alive again. I am even more sorry I have spent so much of my time life and health tying to build a temple out of a poor foundation. But I am NOT sorry I am now being honest with myself and with her and with my feelings.
I hope I was able to answer your questions.
Sharing of Guilt: For two decades I have been in love with a woman because I didn't know what love meant. I made fat loot and she did as well. Our intelligence was magnetic to each other but I know (and I think she does as well) that we were in it for the kids and the money.
Remorse? Look at me. I have PTSD. Not a day goes by that I don't in some way hate myself for causing this pain on both her and me.
What my wife knows? That I won't exist simply for her anymore; I have to find me. I have to BE me. We have slept in separate rooms for almost a year.
My wife is amazingly self-sufficient. She is so smart.
Where I stand? She knows I am not happy. I can't lie to her, I won't, she is far too good for that.
When I married her? I felt like the world had stoppped spinning me in this merry-go-round called life. She was able to help me make sense out of that which did not for me.
I did not mean to irritate anyone.
The clincher, though? I am an alcoholic. I always will be; it is disease. And while AA or rehab has not been my savior, I have learned one thing that I cannot deny. As an alcoholic I need to avoid certain people, places and things. Every time I stop drinking for any respectable amount of time she continues to bring alcohol into the house.
Have I also mentioned yet that she cheated on me with my best man? Twice? While I was out forging a life for us she became lonely and my best friend (and wife) betrayed me. Yeah twice.
I am sorry that I am not the ideal person or that my wife no longer makes me feel alive again. I am even more sorry I have spent so much of my time life and health tying to build a temple out of a poor foundation. But I am NOT sorry I am now being honest with myself and with her and with my feelings.
I hope I was able to answer your questions.