I could call my marriage a soul-destroying experience, but that’s not quite accurate. I still have my soul, my dreams, my goals and my fantasies. The worm of selfishness still lives in my gut.
And yet my marriage is a series of solitary experiences in a prison of solitude, where I do my activities, she does hers. Talking about my thoughts and feelings is useless.
So today, I will clean and organize, stopping only when my pain is too much, then resuming when it lessens.
I am going to be the best “David” I can be.
This all seems so familiar, and I wonder why we put up with it. Surely there is a better life somewhere else?
This is why it’s so vexing. We, the unhappy ones, or the ones who are most troubled by our unhappiness, must work on our happiness within the marriage. Our partners are probably as miserable as we are. We need to show that happiness and joy are possible and that the desert can bloom.
Bit blooming difficult at the moment though…
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slave sindee said:
Yes we put up with it and after 39 years my wife decided she didn’t want to be a mother , grandmother or wife. so the divorce has been going on for over 3 years.
not sure what was worse living unhappy or going thru these times of virus and loneliness