I’ve been posting on someone else’s thread about me finally waking up to my long term unhappiness in my marriage, and thank you to the other posters who responded to me there. I’m not discussing this with anyone IRL so using mumsnet as my sounding board at the moment.
What I am finding really difficult to process is facing up to how I got myself into this situation in the first place.
Unlike some people who are madly in love and then the relationship sours because of poor behaviour, an affair, alcohol or whatever , my situation is a bit different in that I don’t know how I actually got past the first few months with DH - I keep re running incidents in my head of when we first got together, when there were massive red flags and I just consistently ignored them - it’s not even as if I was oblivious to the issues, more I made a conscious decision to tell myself that it was ok, to try see things from his point of view, I couldn’t expect more from a relationship, passionate romantic feelings weren’t for me to have or for someone to have about me, and to focus on the positives even if sometimes the positives were hard to find. I used to list these things in my head like a mantra whenever doubts would creep in, like. all my family and friends loath him (mainly secretly, but I know they do)
weirdly, I had a lovely lovely man beg me to end it with DH, back when DH was my boyfriend, and I just stubbornly refused to give in to the possibility of real happiness. I bitterly regret that decision now.
I also justified what I was doing to DH (as deep down I knew it wasn’t fair to him either, no matter how much of an arse he was) because he was so self centred and disinterested in me as a person, he just wanted a pretty girlfriend as a trophy, so it was fine to continue on the path we were on.
I’ve never had counselling but there are definitely things in my background that condition me to feel uncomfortable with being loved or even happy, and I’m much more at home, for some reason, with being low level miserable.
It’s like the last ten years have passed in a blur of me ‘faking it’, acting out happy families, having babies, defending DH and pretending that I am on board with his actions and priorities, while shutting down all my feelings, and now I am almost hysterical about how I’ve ended up here (hence all my posting on MN!)
Has anyone else been in this position of just not quite believing the life choices they’ve made that have led them to a place of being married and having children with someone who you wouldn’t have second (or even first) date with if you met them today?
I think I probably do need to talk to someone as my obsessive thinking about this issue is not healthy