Hi everyone, I am new here, so please bear with me while I try to explain my story.
My husband and I are coming up on our 3rd anniversary. We have known eahcother for many years, online, and I moved from Canada to UK to be with him. We didn't have a very good start, within 6 months I had miscarried, lost my job, and caught him on dating/sex sites. He swore he didn't actually go on the sites, but timestamps don't lie. The miscarriage I never really dealt with until about a year later. And the unemployment was temporary, once I got my head around everything I was back in work about 2 months later.
We had our up's and down's, as does everyone, and I was adjusting to a new country. At about the 1 year mark I had to return to Canada to care for my grandfather, which I thought was really going to be the end for my relationship. I was put in a position where my husband was making me choose between him and family. I went anyway.
Since I've been back, I have been in steady employment, in a respectable position. We were finally getting settled, buying new furniture (out with the secondhand!) I started putting away for a little downpayment on the future white-picket fenced house. All seemed perfect til the ARGUMENTS started.
At first it was silly things, about working different schedules, the washing up, etc. Then it got a bit more personal, starting with him telling me to loose weight. I acknowledged I had put on about 20lbs since I met him. So I set to it, lost the weight in a couple months. Our sex life has always been sort of pathetic, but it's come to standstil the past year.
I've been becoming more and more depressed about the arguments and just the general feeling in the home. He brings up how I was unemployed (those 2 months, 2 years ago) like I've been sponging off him. He's self-employed, bringing in £300/month, where I bring in £1500/month, plus all the cleaning/cooking/shopping/etc.
I came to a point where I told him I didn't feel the same towards him, I explained everything. He absolutely lost his mind, throwing things, breaking dishes, literally yelling and insulting me for over an hour. I was just speechless. I purchased my one-way ticket home that day.
Now I wake up, several times a night, crying but not really knowing what about. I'm fighting this guilt like I am going to ruin his life, but I know he'll get over it. He's never actually said anything about him and I... just material things (I am selling everything I purchased)
I know full well that it is better to be on your own, then with someone else and lonely. I just can't deal with it. I needed somewhere to rant, and I do apologize for the long post. I just feel disappointed with life.