My husband (41) and I (30) have been together since I was 19. He’s my first everything. In the beginning, I worshipped him—his love meant everything to me. I was young and didn’t know who I was or what I wanted.
Now, over a decade later, I’m starting to recognize things I ignored or didn’t understand before. He’s always been a little controlling, and it’s affected how I see myself. I feel ashamed of things I genuinely love—especially music. I know my taste isn’t great, but it makes me happy. Still, he’d give me judgmental looks when I played it, or tell me it was awful. That hurt me, so I stopped singing out loud, I always use headphones, and if he glimpses at my Spotify, I feel small.
Whenever I visited family and changed plans (like staying an extra day), he’d get cold. Now I dread telling him when plans change.
He gets upset easily, yells, or slams things—not at me, but around me. It makes me anxious. It reminds me of my childhood—my mom acted the same way.
When he’s in a bad mood, he speaks to me harshly, even if it’s not about me. I’ve learned to walk on eggshells to avoid setting him off.
A few years ago, I told him I wanted to start biking. He said I wasn’t cut out for mountain biking, so I dropped the idea. I still resent him for that.
We moved away from my hometown, and I rarely see my friends or family now. I’ve always hated the city we live in and told him that from the beginning. He said it was temporary so we could save for trips—but it’s been 5–6 years.
Lately, I’ve started telling him how I really feel. We’ve had serious talks. He apologized, told me to do the things I love, and even encouraged me to get the bike. But honestly, it feels too late. The pain hasn’t gone away. I can’t seem to forgive him.
I know I didn’t communicate everything clearly before, and I own that. But now I find myself fantasizing about living alone and finally being free to just… be myself.
I keep going in circles—I feel like I can’t take it anymore, but I’m also scared to end it.
He’s not a bad person. He loves me. But I keep wondering:
Can this be fixed? Or will I always carry this pain if I stay?