I think that we really are getting a divorce. Part of that breaks my heart and another part of that leaves me very relieved. I’m not sure what I should do now. We aren’t there yet, still living together just not really ‘together’. I see her less these days. She’s always with someone else, having fun. I’m here alone at home, trying to figure out when it all went wrong.
I just turned 29. I am married and I have a three year old. I love my wife but she can’t seem to keep a job. I don’t know why it happens. She is smart and really good at what she does but she doesn’t make friends well and that plays against her.
While I love her I can’t shake the idea of how much she holds me back. Always having to work a second job to help support us while she is looking for a job again.
I want to go back to school and finish my degree. Then she could just stay home if she wanted.
I am thinking of leaving her because if I stay I might end up hating her and I don’t want to hate her. I can stand the idea of not being with her more then I can stand the idea of hating her.
I’m going to be 24 tomorrow. I’ve been married, miserable, been a cheater, and got divorced. My dad is elderly, my brother is handicapped and I need to have major hip-reconstructive surgery. My mom died when I was 11. I’m flat broke. I applied to grad school, got in, then had to defer. I work a job I only sort of like. Thank goodness for the people. Sometimes I have no idea where my life is going. I have more debt than I’d like, and no foreseeable way to pay it off. I demoted myself at work. My salary is going down. I’m prone to UTI’s, have a pre-ulcer and migraines. I started recreationally using prescription pain pills and I am terrified of becoming addicted.
But…I’m in love. With a wonderful man, who’s the perfect fit for me. So none of that other bullshit matters. Happy birthday to me!
My wife said she wanted a divorce and demanded that I leave the house, after discovering an email I had written to a friend in another state that was inappropriately intimate. Sometimes it seems we have spent the decades of our relationship fighting about one thing or another — that I have had eyes for other women, that I don’t make enough money, that it is a sometimes unbearable burden living with a person suffering from depression. And yet, I find myself thinking: If only we had fought that hard for intimacy, rather than to have our pain acknowledged, what then? It seems to me that couples fight for one reason, although it wears different masks – to say, “I want you to acknowledge my pain.” Are we all of us – this world full of fighting lovers – simply trying to set water on fire and make it run uphill?
My husband of 19 years divorced me because of another woman. I miss him, I still love him. He is not with the other woman but I guess he does not want to be with me. My life changed over night, I lost everything.
I saw a video today where someone asked a group of people, “if you could wake up anywhere, without any sort of limitations, where would you wake up?” A lot of people said with their significant other, or in some foreign place like Europe or the Bahamas or Mars.
If I could wake up, I’d wake up 14 years ago in the bed at my old house. I would be 8 years old. It would be a year after my parents divorced, and there wouldn’t be any yelling or tension or silent meals. I would wake up at my dad’s house in my old bed with the millions of stuffed animals crowding my feet. I could wake up and play pirates with my brother, and sing old musicals with my dad, and eat his famously unhealthy fried chicken.
When I was 9 my Dad passed away. I want to go back so badly, and have that time with him again. I never got to ask him about boys or tell me I looked like a princess in my Mom’s prom dress or have him intimidate boyfriends into silence. I miss him so much, and I worry that he isn’t proud of me on a daily basis. He was an MSU professor and I go to UofM. He HATED UofM.
If I could go back, I wouldn’t go back to ask all those things (I’d be 8 after all, boys had cooties). I’d just ask for a hug and hug him as long as I could.
I miss my dad. I want him back.
I am in the process of getting my second divorce. My wife says that she can no longer live with my schizophrenia/depression. It is true that I am very black most of the time, and very introverted. I can’t maintain any job. I understand that our relationship has suffered due to my illness. My illness makes reciprocation difficult. She knew of my condition before we married, but thought that she could help me. I had to be hospitalized in an adult psychiatric hospital for some time recently, and she announced her intentions of divorce as soon as I was dismissed. I do not blame her, but she has hurt me. I have lost my friend. All together, she hung in there for about 11 years. I have been on almost every med recommended for my illness, and none have helped. Now, I am facing electro-convulsive treatments, and am very scared.
I often wonder to what degree other people suffer from depression. Maybe I am just a wimp and can not deal with things like others do. I would like to experience a ‘normal’ person’s depression, and I would like for them to experience mine.
I feel that there is no hope for me, and that very soon I will be dead. I am all alone, and the stone I carry gets heavier every day. Now, I live with my parents as I have no other place to go and no money to go anywhere. I am 38 years old. Why me?