Oh Op, your post resonates so deeply, it’s almost like looking in a mirror.
I was with my boyfriend for years, happily, and he decided, at 30, to join the force. I was incredibly proud of him, but it changed him almost beyond recognition.
He lost his sensitivity - things became much more black and white. He lost his empathy and could rarely see anything from another perspective, including mine. He was always right, about everything from how you pronounced a word to directions to what we ate for dinner.
He drank. A lot. Because of shifts, he would drink at odd times. I remember one Sunday lunch with friends where he was so drunk he fell over and couldn’t get up, because it was his Friday night as he’d just come off shift.
We married, because I loved who he’d been, rather than who he now was. I didn’t have a moment of doubt, but the warning signs were there.
We had a child, and things became harder. He still prioritised his work, his colleagues and his drinking. They would have regular nights out which I was never invited to, and if we socialised with anyone, it was close friends from the force and the conversation all night was about the job. I couldn’t have been more supportive, more caring, more invested, but it wasn’t ever reciprocated.
I had some difficult experiences and he didn’t show care or concern, as at work, he dealt with much worse, so by comparison, he couldn’t see why it was upsetting. His job, his shifts, his experiences and his friends topped the priority list every time.
We had a situation where he was told to stop drinking in order to help us have our second baby. He couldn’t. He maintained that he didn’t have a problem, but he couldn’t go more than a couple of days. I went through some invasive health issues completely alone, he chose not to be there.
Over the years, I recognise that I became invisible to him. He adored our child, his drinking and his friends and I was much lower on the list. And one day, I woke up and said no more.
I left aged 31, and my God it was the making of me. I left, rented a house for my child and I, carried on paying the mortgage, and I could barely afford to eat, but it was so empowering. Since then, I have remarried, to an incredible man who loves everything about me, had more children and forged the most incredible career, with someone cheering me on every step of the way.
Listen to your gut, it’s telling you everything you need to know. For guests, a wedding is a day out, who cares what they think. For family and close friends, they will understand, and you will find support in the most unlikely places. Don’t sell yourself short - you deserve so much more.