Hi, I've lurked on here for some time on and off before having the courage to post and feel a bit guilty making my first post a long one about my worsening marriage instead of posting about children, bake sales, schools etc.
Some background: I met DH in 1989 and we married in 1990, some might say a tad too quickly, it was nine months but at the time we loved each other and were very sure and everything was great. I was 24, he was 23. However, early in our marriage (right from the word go) we started having sexual problems which I won't go into at this early stage. Suffice to say it didn't show me in a very good light to begin with, but his attitude didn't help either. I have difficulty with bodily contact and didn't like being hugged as a baby, and was naive in telling DH in no uncertain terms I didn't want sex, rather than being kind and diplomatic if I didn't feel like it. I also suffered pain on intercourse which was never fully explained or diagnosed. We had many arguments and we even saw a counsellor, who told him to leave me alone rather than asking for sex all the time (which of course didn't go down too well). For the next few years things seemed to balance out and our sex life improved massively (from my point of view anyway, maybe not his on reflection). We still argued on occasion when he thought he wasn't getting his entitlement but for the most part we worked through it and things were 'fine'. In all other aspects of our marriage things were pretty good, holidays, hobbies, working well together etc, laughing and being affectionate.
Fast forward a few years and we have two lovely DSs, one is now 13 and the other is 8 but has ASD and specific learning difficulties with disordered speech. The pain problems went after I had the boys. We still had sporadic problems but we worked through them. Suffice to say that throughout the years up to the present day there have been emotionally painful issues that I don't want to go into yet. In 2006 we bought a house an hour away from where we lived before selling our old one, and then financial problems began to take over with the big crash of 2008 and we both ended up getting quite depressed and talked about nothing but our money problems, but eventually after renting the old house out for five years, we did sell it but by then the real damage was done. DH's contract work started to dry up and we had endless rows.
DH's work has taken him further from home as the years have gone on, and now works away during the week, only coming home at weekends. I feel sure he is prone to depression, as many of our problems in the past have been exaggerated by his state of mind. However, that's no longer a good enough excuse. Fast forward to the present day, and things are worse than ever. He hates being away but instead of coming home at weekends and being happy to see me and the kids, he's like a bear with a sore head and is now bringing up all our old sexual problems like they happened yesterday, every Friday night and it's horrible. Instead of looking forward to weekends, I dread them. He reminds me of things I naively said more than 20 years ago, accuses me of never loving him, hating affection, telling me it's all my fault he can no longer approach me for sex because I pushed him away all those years ago, and how unhappy he is. I dread to think of the effect this is having on our boys. In fact the older one is very sensitive and has become withdrawn. It's a difficult age anyway but seeing his parents arguing every weekend (albeit with the door shut) and on the phone during the week must be so hard for him. He keeps asking us if everything's alright (which it usually is, on the surface, by Sunday
). He must hear some of what we say as his bedroom is directly above ours, and then he sees us being overly affectionate later on. We recently had a holiday in Scotland and the first three days were ruined because DH couldn't stop going on about our previous problems and how he can't approach me and how it's all my fault. I am at my wit's end.
Reading the above and imagining it from an outsider's point of view, it looks like I am the cause of all the problems due to my issues early in our marriage, and any sane person would have left early on because it's obvious we were never really compatible. I think there are rejection issues that stem from DH's childhood, which don't excuse his behaviour but might explain some of it. We are both so miserable at the moment, him because he's away all week and hating it, and me because I dread the arguments which always start the minute he walks in the door. He admits he doesn't know what happens to him during the week when he's away (dark thoughts etc), but it doesn't stop it all boiling over when he gets home instead of realising it and taking steps to prevent it. It's just torture and I think the only real option is to end the marriage before things get truly ugly and our son is badly affected (if he isn't already). Luckily DS2 is largely unaware of what goes on but even he can see that things are sometimes not right and he then craves attention.
I'm so sorry this is long. I know I have to end it and I am aware that, although I might have started the problems initially over 20 years ago, DH has never been able to let it go and move on. He seems to revel in opening up old wounds whenever he feels bad about something (in this case being away from home) and I feel bullied, victimised, sad and very lonely. I've only told a couple of friends but nobody in the family because I'm too ashamed. I know I'm largely to blame for the intial problems but in my defence, when I was doing ASD research for DS2 a few years ago, I recognised many ASD qualities in myself and ticked rather too many boxes for my liking. When I explained all this to DH, thinking it would be a revelation and would cure everything (Ha!) unfortunately it didn't and he thinks I use it as an excuse for not wanting contact and that I deliberately set out to ruin things. I'm so confused. I need to take steps to end things but I don't have a clue what to do. I know there are no quick solutions to any of this, but I do feel a bit better having got all that lot off my chest.
Thanks for listening, those of you that are still awake. I realise the above is probably very confusing (it is to me!) and I just wanted some support I suppose, though I don't actually know any of you yet. At the moment
seems to be the only solution.