69,000 threads just in this Introduction section. Yet it feels so alone.
I want a place to share my stuff, even if it's just a diary of sorts. I have things I want to say and emote and I don't want to do it aloud. I want to read other similar posts and know that others are experiencing this also.
I am a stay-at-home Dad and husband. My wife was sexually abused by her father who would beat her during sex. Her mother also pimped her out and demeaned her. It was a bad life. These memories were suppressed and began emerging about 3 years ago. She continues to go to therapy and takes meds. She has had body memories. I once saw welts form on her face. I've seen bruising show up and disappear in hours time. I have read quite a bit and understand and quite a bit.
I am a stay-at-home because she has an advanced degree and I do not. Plus I am able to shield and protect the children from the worse of it. I can provide the stability and routine they need to thrive. We have been successful in our plan for how to make this work at home.
But sometimes the plan calls for extreme measures on my part. When she goes through an episode I know right off the bat that nothing I say or do will be "right" and that she is going to lash out at me regardless of what I say or do. I don't know the right thing to do about that, I tend to say as little as possible and just say trite reassuring or calming words. But there is a fine line. You want to be reassuring and loving without sounding weird or dismissive.
3 years ago she was diagnosed, but symptoms began the first weekend I moved in with Her. The fight was strange and emotional. I didn't understand it but the make up sex was out of this world and my son was conceived. The 9 months of pregnancy were the worst of my life as she was crazy. I know that isn't very PC but it's the easiest, best descriptive word. I chalked it up to pregnancy hormones and was supportive and took all the blame happily. She was having a baby, she gets a pass. She had an episode at my parents anniversary party and humiliated me in front of all of my people. But it's okay, she's pregnant, she gets a pass.
After the baby was born there was post-baby blue stuff, but she just had a baby, she gets a pass. Then came the second pregnancy and it was a carbon copy. Those two 9 months were easily the worst of my life. But I took it all, not because I am some hero, simply because I thought that is what pregnancy was. Billions of fathers had gone through the same thing. Surely I couldn't be the one butt head who complained about it.
I stayed at home from the beginning, it was clear she couldn't do all of the baby stuff and she felt guilty about that. I was pretty good with that stuff and slipped easily into that role. It worked for us. I just chalked it up to baby blues depression, hormones, and she being a career minded person. I am pretty nurturing so it worked for me as well.
Those two babies are now 8 and 9. 3 years ago memories started returning. We have gone through 3 years of PTSD education and therapy. Seemingly a graduate course on "how to get through this together" and I felt bad because those two 9 month periods that were "the worse" for me were peaches and cream compared to her childhood.
But here is my dirty little secret. The one that brings me to this board anonymously.
I don't love her anymore. I am with her because I protect the kids from her. I am with her because she is a good earner and I am a good nurturer so its a smart match. Mostly I am with her because I promised I would be. For Better or For Worse I promised I would be here for her. This is definitely for worse.
I care for her and nurture her as I would any dear friend in need. I have sex with her because she is hot and she turns me on, not because I am sharing a loving and nurturing moment with her. I sleep next to her and cuddle with her because I hope it will return some day. But today I do not ove her, I cant.
I had to divorce myself from that emotion in order to help her. When she is raging, attacking, blaming me for what she is feeling it hurts to be treated so by someone you love. Over time those feelings of love grew insulated, cut off, and disappeared by way of protecting myself from her emotions. Without love I can care for her and support her and she doesn't hurt me to such an acute pain. It's more of a dull pain that can be endured. I can approach her similar to how a therapist may approach a long-time patient. With kindness and affection, but genuine love makes things emotional and weird.
I don't want a divorce, I made a promise for better or worse... Through sickness and in health. Part of that promise was to cherish her, and I go through those motions in the hope that someday love will return.
Last night my son had an ear infection and was wailing at bedtime and couldn't sleep. He is 9 and it was an obvious pain and not a tantrum. So I took him to urgent care in case it was more serious, it was not. But during that episode my wife's emotion was triggered and she began doing her attacking me thing and I hated her.
For the first time my "not love" turned to active dislike. Maybe even hate. I hated her for turning everything about her emotions and how hard things are for her. Last night was about our son and his hurt. And I hated her for not being able to do that.
Now, I know she can't help it. I understand Vanderkolk and his adrenalin physical cell thing. I understand emotions come and there isn't much a person can do to stop it. I understand that seeing me nurturing our son in a way she wasn't nurtured was probably a trigger. But I don't care.
I probably don't hate her. But my level of "not love" increased some last night.
I don't want to be resentful or to believe myself a martyr to these feelings. I don't want to be the "my wife has PTSD look how hard it is on me" guy making it about myself when she is the one sick.
And I hate that I feel exactly the way she acted last night. I do feel like a martyr. I do want to sometimes be that guy. I am overwhelmed and sometimes just want it all to stop. Let's just be normal for one month. If I could have one month of normal I could refresh myself. But it's been so long I am not sure I would recognize normal.
I want a place to share my stuff, even if it's just a diary of sorts. I have things I want to say and emote and I don't want to do it aloud. I want to read other similar posts and know that others are experiencing this also.
I am a stay-at-home Dad and husband. My wife was sexually abused by her father who would beat her during sex. Her mother also pimped her out and demeaned her. It was a bad life. These memories were suppressed and began emerging about 3 years ago. She continues to go to therapy and takes meds. She has had body memories. I once saw welts form on her face. I've seen bruising show up and disappear in hours time. I have read quite a bit and understand and quite a bit.
I am a stay-at-home because she has an advanced degree and I do not. Plus I am able to shield and protect the children from the worse of it. I can provide the stability and routine they need to thrive. We have been successful in our plan for how to make this work at home.
But sometimes the plan calls for extreme measures on my part. When she goes through an episode I know right off the bat that nothing I say or do will be "right" and that she is going to lash out at me regardless of what I say or do. I don't know the right thing to do about that, I tend to say as little as possible and just say trite reassuring or calming words. But there is a fine line. You want to be reassuring and loving without sounding weird or dismissive.
3 years ago she was diagnosed, but symptoms began the first weekend I moved in with Her. The fight was strange and emotional. I didn't understand it but the make up sex was out of this world and my son was conceived. The 9 months of pregnancy were the worst of my life as she was crazy. I know that isn't very PC but it's the easiest, best descriptive word. I chalked it up to pregnancy hormones and was supportive and took all the blame happily. She was having a baby, she gets a pass. She had an episode at my parents anniversary party and humiliated me in front of all of my people. But it's okay, she's pregnant, she gets a pass.
After the baby was born there was post-baby blue stuff, but she just had a baby, she gets a pass. Then came the second pregnancy and it was a carbon copy. Those two 9 months were easily the worst of my life. But I took it all, not because I am some hero, simply because I thought that is what pregnancy was. Billions of fathers had gone through the same thing. Surely I couldn't be the one butt head who complained about it.
I stayed at home from the beginning, it was clear she couldn't do all of the baby stuff and she felt guilty about that. I was pretty good with that stuff and slipped easily into that role. It worked for us. I just chalked it up to baby blues depression, hormones, and she being a career minded person. I am pretty nurturing so it worked for me as well.
Those two babies are now 8 and 9. 3 years ago memories started returning. We have gone through 3 years of PTSD education and therapy. Seemingly a graduate course on "how to get through this together" and I felt bad because those two 9 month periods that were "the worse" for me were peaches and cream compared to her childhood.
But here is my dirty little secret. The one that brings me to this board anonymously.
I don't love her anymore. I am with her because I protect the kids from her. I am with her because she is a good earner and I am a good nurturer so its a smart match. Mostly I am with her because I promised I would be. For Better or For Worse I promised I would be here for her. This is definitely for worse.
I care for her and nurture her as I would any dear friend in need. I have sex with her because she is hot and she turns me on, not because I am sharing a loving and nurturing moment with her. I sleep next to her and cuddle with her because I hope it will return some day. But today I do not ove her, I cant.
I had to divorce myself from that emotion in order to help her. When she is raging, attacking, blaming me for what she is feeling it hurts to be treated so by someone you love. Over time those feelings of love grew insulated, cut off, and disappeared by way of protecting myself from her emotions. Without love I can care for her and support her and she doesn't hurt me to such an acute pain. It's more of a dull pain that can be endured. I can approach her similar to how a therapist may approach a long-time patient. With kindness and affection, but genuine love makes things emotional and weird.
I don't want a divorce, I made a promise for better or worse... Through sickness and in health. Part of that promise was to cherish her, and I go through those motions in the hope that someday love will return.
Last night my son had an ear infection and was wailing at bedtime and couldn't sleep. He is 9 and it was an obvious pain and not a tantrum. So I took him to urgent care in case it was more serious, it was not. But during that episode my wife's emotion was triggered and she began doing her attacking me thing and I hated her.
For the first time my "not love" turned to active dislike. Maybe even hate. I hated her for turning everything about her emotions and how hard things are for her. Last night was about our son and his hurt. And I hated her for not being able to do that.
Now, I know she can't help it. I understand Vanderkolk and his adrenalin physical cell thing. I understand emotions come and there isn't much a person can do to stop it. I understand that seeing me nurturing our son in a way she wasn't nurtured was probably a trigger. But I don't care.
I probably don't hate her. But my level of "not love" increased some last night.
I don't want to be resentful or to believe myself a martyr to these feelings. I don't want to be the "my wife has PTSD look how hard it is on me" guy making it about myself when she is the one sick.
And I hate that I feel exactly the way she acted last night. I do feel like a martyr. I do want to sometimes be that guy. I am overwhelmed and sometimes just want it all to stop. Let's just be normal for one month. If I could have one month of normal I could refresh myself. But it's been so long I am not sure I would recognize normal.