Posting under a new name, but I’m a lurker and especially on this board over the past few months...
I don’t think my husband is very nice. He can’t hear a word of disagreement without having what I would say is a teenage tantrum. He will storm off, say “don’t touch me”, stonewall, say spiteful things, refuse to calm down or de escalate. Then when he comes down off his anger and realises I’m not being particularly affectionate (because I don’t feel it), he will get either super needy/clingy or start yet another row about how I punish him. I don’t have any sexual attraction to him left and he complains about that too. If he perceives me as “being quiet”, if he feels hard done by in any way, he will start something. He’s done it in restaurants, on holiday, on Xmas, on my daughters bday, on date nights. He acts like I should be grateful he ever talks about his feelings because it’s “so hard” for him. He acts like I should be able to take near constant sulks and moods and accusations and still fancy him, love him and want to plan a future with him.
It wasn’t always this bad, I sometimes think- but then I think maybe whenever he’s got really comfortable and complacent, it actually has been like that. Our wedding was a distraction and he magically gets nicer and more reasonable when there’s something fun going on (that I’ve invariably organised and done all the work for.) I don’t think he’s a very nice man. He seems to think that the rules of adult behaviour shouldn’t have to apply to him because of his “anxiety” and the fact that his mum suffered with poor mental health. His jokes are not funny and often at others expense while he has the thinnest skin ever himself. He has gained a few stone due to laziness and is 15 stone + and rages at me for not being up for sex any more. I’m too nice to ever tell him it’s because of his weight and his personality. I think he jsut feels entitled because I’m his wife.
We have to go somewhere together for the next 5 days that I cannot get out of and I just need somewhere to put all this.
I’m raging. What a waste of years and potential. I know I am going to leave when we are back.
At least I don’t even feel sad any more.