I am coming to terms with the fact that I married my husband of a little over a year for the wrong reasons. And I feel terrible about it. I've never felt this guilty about anything in my life. I was raised to take marriage seriously, and I knew this was wrong from the beginning. If you guys knew the whole story, you would think "how pathetic." It was literally about a week from the time we decided to go ahead with the wedding (we'd been engaged four months) to the actual "wedding", if you can call it that. I had to hide it from my parents since they were adamantly against it. And they were right... as usual.
Don't get me wrong. I am not saying a wedding is everything, but to me it symbolizes the love and commitment of marriage. It should be a happy day to remember. My memories of my wedding are anything but happy. I'll never forget crying, alone, on the airplane (I lived in a different state at the time.) Yes, I know the whole thing was my fault. I'm not asking for sympathy. I know I did something wrong, and every decision has consequences.
Why do I say I married him for the wrong reasons? I don't want to go into that, mainly so I don't bore you. I have posted before on some of my thoughts on my marriage, so if anyone is curious you can always look that up.
I think I should see a counselor to help me come to terms with this. Not like the last one, who very subjectively told me that my husband "loves me" and I should stay, but one who actually listens to me without injecting her own opinion into it. At this point, it's not "should I stay or go" it's "how should I go?" I feel terrible. Apparently he's noticed that I haven't said "I love you" in awhile. He said "don't forget to say 'I love you'" on the phone tonight. We started talking about something else and then by the time we hung up I couldn't bring myself to say it. I'm so sick of living a lie. It's scary, though..moving forward. I feel like I'm standing on the edge of a cliff leading to a black void. It could be a one foot drop and I end up perfectly safe. Or it could be a 100 ft chasm and I plummet to my death. I know I have issues with abandonment from childhood... It's been a constant fight lately to force myself to think rationally instead of emotionally: I was a child then, I am an adult now. This is an adult relationship; no one is going to replace what I didn't get then. But I might be able to find what I need NOW. And this man isn't it. I don't like how it started, and I don't like where it's going. I am in control. I can re-write my destiny.
Thanks for letting me vent. Guilt is such a horrible emotion to have, and it doesn't help when the only people I can talk to-basically my parents-say things like "I told you so" when what I really want is to be comforted, told everything is going to be OK. My mom in particular has been extremely critical and invalidating my entire life. I'm worried that she is going to make going through the annulment even worse with her mean comments, and of course my dad won't stand up to her. Only when I miscarried my baby and I sat everyone down to confront her about how I didn't appreciate how she treated me, did he finally speak up: "that's your daughter, and you should be nice to her." I know he cares but he is more concerned with keeping the peace most of the time. Oh well.
Don't get me wrong. I am not saying a wedding is everything, but to me it symbolizes the love and commitment of marriage. It should be a happy day to remember. My memories of my wedding are anything but happy. I'll never forget crying, alone, on the airplane (I lived in a different state at the time.) Yes, I know the whole thing was my fault. I'm not asking for sympathy. I know I did something wrong, and every decision has consequences.
Why do I say I married him for the wrong reasons? I don't want to go into that, mainly so I don't bore you. I have posted before on some of my thoughts on my marriage, so if anyone is curious you can always look that up.
I think I should see a counselor to help me come to terms with this. Not like the last one, who very subjectively told me that my husband "loves me" and I should stay, but one who actually listens to me without injecting her own opinion into it. At this point, it's not "should I stay or go" it's "how should I go?" I feel terrible. Apparently he's noticed that I haven't said "I love you" in awhile. He said "don't forget to say 'I love you'" on the phone tonight. We started talking about something else and then by the time we hung up I couldn't bring myself to say it. I'm so sick of living a lie. It's scary, though..moving forward. I feel like I'm standing on the edge of a cliff leading to a black void. It could be a one foot drop and I end up perfectly safe. Or it could be a 100 ft chasm and I plummet to my death. I know I have issues with abandonment from childhood... It's been a constant fight lately to force myself to think rationally instead of emotionally: I was a child then, I am an adult now. This is an adult relationship; no one is going to replace what I didn't get then. But I might be able to find what I need NOW. And this man isn't it. I don't like how it started, and I don't like where it's going. I am in control. I can re-write my destiny.
Thanks for letting me vent. Guilt is such a horrible emotion to have, and it doesn't help when the only people I can talk to-basically my parents-say things like "I told you so" when what I really want is to be comforted, told everything is going to be OK. My mom in particular has been extremely critical and invalidating my entire life. I'm worried that she is going to make going through the annulment even worse with her mean comments, and of course my dad won't stand up to her. Only when I miscarried my baby and I sat everyone down to confront her about how I didn't appreciate how she treated me, did he finally speak up: "that's your daughter, and you should be nice to her." I know he cares but he is more concerned with keeping the peace most of the time. Oh well.