I've just posted about all my dead wedding guests in AIBU, but it's officially my twentieth wedding anniversary today - not divorced yet - and I need to vent!
Not to go into the whole sorry saga, but he was SUCH an arsehole after he'd got me trapped, having previously love-bombed the crap out of me. And he worked himself up into such a lather of contempt towards me that he eventually left me.
But here's the thing: Nobody could have a more faithful, more loving, kinder, nicer wife than me! I had no problem with lifelong commitment. I'd have looked after him in his old age and any illness. I never for one moment gave a thought to anyone else while we were together, and never would. I'm pleasant and cheerful to be with, and people say I'm pretty. I'm sure lots of people would love to be married to someone like me! 😢😠I'm like a human version of a golden retriever. But it all went unappreciated. He just hated me.
I always thought things would get better, and it wasn't horrible all the time. I was determined to stick it out. But he ruined everything. For NO reason!
I can't help looking at other long-term marriages around me and feeling so envious when they go on nice holidays with their long-term spouses. It's not the holiday itself, it's that they have a reliable life partner whom they've known for a long time to go travelling with. And the fact that they are really starting to accumulate the rewards of a life together.
I HATE him for destroying my future and my stability. I hate him for being such a rubbish partner that I don't have the comfort of a lifelong partner at this age.
Normally I'm OK with things, but this twentieth anniversary has got to me. I think it's bringing me face to face with everything he destroyed.
I fucking, fucking, fucking hate him.