Entries tagged with "relationship"
I met my husband when I was 19. Our relationship was slow to blossom because his last relationship ended badly because of infidelity. I put a lot of patience and effort into earning his trust and proving I would never cheat on him. I left everything behind to live with him on an Army base, and we decided to start a family.
I just found out my husband is cheating on me, with the ex that cheated on him. He doesn’t know that I know, and as much as it breaks my heart, I don’t think I’m strong enough to leave him.
I’m not sure I’ll ever tell him I know.
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.
My boyfriend would rather jump off a cliff than spend time with me.
I’ve been in love with the same person for the last 26 years. He was my first boyfriend, my first kiss… Life separated us for 18 long years, he got married, had two kids, and me, I just lived on.
Last year, he finally decided to separate from his wife and come back to me. It’s been almost three months. He is now depressed because he misses his kids so much. He is hurting badly.
I cannot do anything but be there. How long will it take for him to adjust? Will he ever adjust to the new reality? As far as I can see, he is angry with himself and is not letting me help in anyway. I am very afraid he will go back to his family.
And at 40 I am again, alone.
For the past six months I have been lying to my family, friends, and work colleagues about being a in relationship with a woman. At first I made it up to draw attention to myself. But then I told my Dad who is dying on cancer about it. He was so happy. Now I just continue to tell the lie as it makes my Dad happy. I hate lying to him. But I will miss him so much when he passes away. Eventually I will need to “break up” with the imaginary woman. But for now I will keep the lie alive and make my Dad happy.
My ex-bestfriend destroyed our relationship through things she thought up in her head because she was afraid of the true honesty of friendship. I really miss her and wish I could be friends with her again, but I know it would never be the same again. Now, when I see her, I can feel the chasm between us and it makes me hang my head down and I feel heavy and heartbroken. I find it difficult now to trust people. I realize that she is not a good person or a good friend and has destroyed a good part of me, but I still love her for what we used to be.
I consider myself an only child with a sibling. I am the younger sister of a man with severe autism. He is 1½ years older than me & we have never had a conversation. I am afraid of him. My parents cannot accept the fact that I refuse to have a relationship with him. I will not take care of him when they no longer can. He still lives in the house where I grew up. Someday I hope to tell my parents how terrible it was to grow up in his violent shadow, but so far I have not had the courage. Wish me luck!
About once a week I go and visit a man in his early fifties. He is, I think, the saddest man in the world. After years of drugs and alcohol in the 70s, he had a very sour relationship with his mother. He left for the army without mentioning a word to her. The army helped to clean him up, but sadly very few of his issues started before the army. Hepatitis from a tattoo in Korea, a cheating wife, a liver transplant, and two of this three wonderful boys dying in an instant has driven him into a state of constant sorrow.
Going to see him is rarely fun or uplifting, I usually leave with a lump wedged in my throat and a pitiful twenty he forces me to take for moving firewood. It is usually a chore to go visit, something I only do for his sanity. With a second failing liver and a very bitter sweet dream home, every visit is more sad than the last; it seems that every day his stomach is bulging more and his face is more tired. There is nothing I can ever do to cheer him up, let alone keep a smile for more than a few minutes. There isn’t much I can do for the saddest man in the world, beside sit and give him someone to talk to.
What happened to me in Switzerland:
17 years old: I went overseas for the first time with 50 bucks and no idea what I was doing. I fell in love with a boy with whom I could not communicate verbally and taught myself his languages.
I taught myself the unwritten language of Swiss German (which, contrary to popular belief, is an entire language of its own and not a dialect). My love became an alcoholic. He abused me. I was scared to leave, scared I couldn’t survive in Europe without him.
This was after we were married.
I quit art school to go marry him… our relationship lasted five years through the Iraq war, from a week before it was declared until it should’ve been long since over, but unfortunately the war lasted longer than our love and is still thriving. Our sad relationship is jealous of the Iraqi war and its comparative longevity.
I left as a 22 year old self-taught trilingual. I opened my own gallery and lived on painting sales until I got out of Switzerland. They tried to deport me. They sent me a letter saying I should leave the country and my old love came to the petition rally to sign the petition that got my deportation repealed. I abandoned the gallery and moved back here to Michigan this February when my 35 year old brother had a heart attack and two seizures. He is waiting for a kidney, pancreas, and heart transplant and lives now only hooked up to tubes.
I spend my days and evening holding the fibers of my family together.
I deserted my marriage and my life and I feel like a failure.
I never finished college and I don’t know where I am going, but I am trying so hard.
I am left with what feels like the dying embers of what was a very good relationship. I want to marry this boy so badly that I even dream about it. Oddly specific, don’t you think? But over the course of four years he has sown enough doubt into his true intentions for me to say, now, that he really wants to be with me. After four years, “I don’t know” is the same as “no,” right?
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