Hi. I am on here because I have no one to get help from. I am very strong in my beliefs so I don't want to talk to unsaved family members who won't offer Biblical counsel and I don't want to push them away from God.
I can't ask for help from those at my church... probably just for pride. I don't know. I want to encourage others. And mostly, I don't want people to think bad of my husband. I have tried to get help in earlier years of marriage but to no avail.
I don't know where to turn and it is lonely and depressing and I hate who I am becoming and how I feel.
It is long winded but I feel like starting at the beginning is the best way to understand my story.
I met my husband when I was 12. I was emotionally neglected as a child by my father and suffered some minor emotional and sexual abuse. I understand that no abuse is minor but what I endured really can't be compared to those who suffered much greater than I. It just is and it shapes you in some ways. Because if this I think I tried to fill a void with love without knowing what love was.
By the time I was 14 (my husband being 17) he was showing me interest and I was flattered as well as feeling as if some of my unmet emotional needs were being met. When I was 15 we began having an impure relationship. To me this seemed like what I was missing, a man that loved me and wanted me. After we had been married a few years, I found out this meant different things to him.
Our "relationship" didn't start as a friendship and grow from there. I come from a very strict religious background where boys and girls are very separated and then we court. So it wasn't like we "hung out". We saw each other at church and in groups.
Well... a few times he felt me up. I was flattered at the time and I'm ashamed that I didn't care more about myself to know I was worth more. It's embarrassing to admit but I mean, I'm asking people I don't know for advise. How much can I hold on to my pride? I wanted to marry him but I was completely ignorant of what was going on, I think part of me wanted to be. So when he started sneaking to my house he didn't want to talk or hang out... he wanted to have sex. I tried a few times to take a step back but the sex was very important to him and I didn't want to loose him. I knew he would probably leave if I said no... and the other part of me was scared that even if I said no he wouldn't listen. So I didn't say no. Let's be honest here.. I really did bring this on myself. He joined the Army right out of high school and was gone for a while and we remained an item and then he returned home to be in the reserves.
A few months after my 16th birthday I ended up pregnant. He had just left to go active duty when I found out. I was home with a loving but very absent mom who was clueless. My father wasn't in the picture. And my church was not extremely kind. My husband, come to find out, was not being terribly faithful while away. He chalks it up to the fact that we were "fighting" and I told him I wasn't sure I wanted to marry him. I started admitting to myself some of the things that scared me about him.. but I ended up pushing those feelings away.
Fast forward and I did marry him. I was 17 and our son was 9 months old. I wanted to do what was right and I wanted a husband to rescue me from my life.
I tried to be a good wife but I didn't know how. The first year of marriage was like playing house. We had very unrealistic expectations but we were happy to be married. I started finding porn though. Each time there was an excuse, bad ones, and it felt like my heart was exploding. I would loose part of my hearing. I would struggle to breath. But we just continued on.
After a while I became less excepting when it happened and he became less apologetic. Our bubble had burst but we kept on trying. He became less satisfied and I became more hurt. I hid it from my friends, from my family. I didn't want them to think bad of him. Our son was diagnosed with a rare genetic disorder and things got hard for a while. I was determined to graduate high school even if it was going to be late and he resented that. But I did it. I graduated when I was 19 and my son was almost 2. We had been married for almost 2 years and I was determined to be a good wife and a good mom.
We got a cute little apartment and we found out I was pregnant with our second child. I have hyperemisis when I am pregnant and become very ill. And I was. I was a bad homemaker. I won't sugar coat it. I laid in bed and had our son watched cartoons. I lost a lot of weight and was at the hospital a lot. My husband started resenting me more and more and had no problems letting me know. He desired me less and less and that wasn't a secret either. And his porn problem was happening a lot more as well... although it "wasn't his" or "he didn't do it". Around this time... I told someone for the first time. My husband was very mad. I was devistated. Heartbroken. Shattered. But I loved him and I loved God and I wanted to fix it. We are faithful members of a church. We sit under Biblically sound preaching every week. I know my Bible. Not just the verses you hear all the time, but I have read it cover to cover and I want my life to be surrounded by the word of God. I want to live what the Bible teaches. At that point in my life... about 4 years married with a toddler and a newborn... I was struggling but I still loved the Lord. I wanted the marriage that church taught was Biblical. So I got help. Or tried... and failed.
I kept pretending... he kept pretending. Eventually he lost his job due to watching porn at work. I realized this wasn't just a porn problem but a porn addiction. To him it was that I was getting fat, I was a bad wife, and I didn't meet his expectations. Oh, I was never going to be as good as So and so at church... to him... but for me, I was going to try. He got another job and even finished his college degree.
I don't even know the next year or 2. I know they were miserable. The more I tried the more he hated me and the worse I felt. Every time I found porn it was the worst feeling again, and again, and again. The pastor tried to help but my husband wasn't honest. He didn't want help! I mean he said he did but he kept looking at porn and hiding it and lying. Let's put it this way, he looked at porn daily but he knows how to hide it. He refuses to admit the truth and because he lied about it he thought I didn't know and that was his story. He would lie until he was blue in the face and then when I would show him the proof I found he would lie more... until he would finally admit it.
We had another baby. I found out he compared me to other women he thought he is in love with. Skinny, sweet women. Women at church who were the epitome of perfection. And although I'm fat... people like me and respect me. I am not hated by everyone and a terrible person. I am respected too and he hates it. He thinks these other women are perfect all the time and never struggle while I simply put on a show. So I tried harder to be perfect all the time but when I would mess up he would be more hateful than he was before. The more I would try the more he would expect. And I could be perfect for weeks... but when I would fail he would use that to prove I was a horrible person.
Finally... I stopped hurting. Because of this, I am not as invested in my husband. One can say since I'm not as invested in my husband that is why I stopped hurting but really... I stopped allowing myself to hurt and that is when I stopped caring as much about marriage. My husband is a good guy. He takes care of our family really well and he isn't an amazing, involved dad but he is a good dad. He is a lot better than a lot of guys. But he doesn't love me. He never did. I was "easy".. his words not mine... and he took advantage of that... again, his words not mine. He never intended to marry me but he did because he wanted to do the right thing after I got pregnant. Only... now he hates me for it. And I can't hurt anymore. In September we had our 9th wedding anniversary. I am 26 and other than insisting I graduate... I have done nothing but be a wife and mother. I have never had a job. I have never traveled. But I can cook a mean casserole and I know how to keep 3 kids entertained when they all have the flu.
I don't want a divorce. And I want people to respect my husband. I don't want to make it where when we get through this people don't respect him. But what do I do? Can I make him fall in love with me? I am not perfect. I am a lot of horrible things a lot of times. I know everyone is but I'm not downplaying my faults. But what can I do? I hate being married. If it weren't for my faith and the fact that I would never ever hurt my children by suicide... I think suicide wouldn't be so bad. I am not suicidal... but I hate the fact my mind would ever go there. I know God can win. I just don't know what to do...
I can't ask for help from those at my church... probably just for pride. I don't know. I want to encourage others. And mostly, I don't want people to think bad of my husband. I have tried to get help in earlier years of marriage but to no avail.
I don't know where to turn and it is lonely and depressing and I hate who I am becoming and how I feel.
It is long winded but I feel like starting at the beginning is the best way to understand my story.
I met my husband when I was 12. I was emotionally neglected as a child by my father and suffered some minor emotional and sexual abuse. I understand that no abuse is minor but what I endured really can't be compared to those who suffered much greater than I. It just is and it shapes you in some ways. Because if this I think I tried to fill a void with love without knowing what love was.
By the time I was 14 (my husband being 17) he was showing me interest and I was flattered as well as feeling as if some of my unmet emotional needs were being met. When I was 15 we began having an impure relationship. To me this seemed like what I was missing, a man that loved me and wanted me. After we had been married a few years, I found out this meant different things to him.
Our "relationship" didn't start as a friendship and grow from there. I come from a very strict religious background where boys and girls are very separated and then we court. So it wasn't like we "hung out". We saw each other at church and in groups.
Well... a few times he felt me up. I was flattered at the time and I'm ashamed that I didn't care more about myself to know I was worth more. It's embarrassing to admit but I mean, I'm asking people I don't know for advise. How much can I hold on to my pride? I wanted to marry him but I was completely ignorant of what was going on, I think part of me wanted to be. So when he started sneaking to my house he didn't want to talk or hang out... he wanted to have sex. I tried a few times to take a step back but the sex was very important to him and I didn't want to loose him. I knew he would probably leave if I said no... and the other part of me was scared that even if I said no he wouldn't listen. So I didn't say no. Let's be honest here.. I really did bring this on myself. He joined the Army right out of high school and was gone for a while and we remained an item and then he returned home to be in the reserves.
A few months after my 16th birthday I ended up pregnant. He had just left to go active duty when I found out. I was home with a loving but very absent mom who was clueless. My father wasn't in the picture. And my church was not extremely kind. My husband, come to find out, was not being terribly faithful while away. He chalks it up to the fact that we were "fighting" and I told him I wasn't sure I wanted to marry him. I started admitting to myself some of the things that scared me about him.. but I ended up pushing those feelings away.
Fast forward and I did marry him. I was 17 and our son was 9 months old. I wanted to do what was right and I wanted a husband to rescue me from my life.
I tried to be a good wife but I didn't know how. The first year of marriage was like playing house. We had very unrealistic expectations but we were happy to be married. I started finding porn though. Each time there was an excuse, bad ones, and it felt like my heart was exploding. I would loose part of my hearing. I would struggle to breath. But we just continued on.
After a while I became less excepting when it happened and he became less apologetic. Our bubble had burst but we kept on trying. He became less satisfied and I became more hurt. I hid it from my friends, from my family. I didn't want them to think bad of him. Our son was diagnosed with a rare genetic disorder and things got hard for a while. I was determined to graduate high school even if it was going to be late and he resented that. But I did it. I graduated when I was 19 and my son was almost 2. We had been married for almost 2 years and I was determined to be a good wife and a good mom.
We got a cute little apartment and we found out I was pregnant with our second child. I have hyperemisis when I am pregnant and become very ill. And I was. I was a bad homemaker. I won't sugar coat it. I laid in bed and had our son watched cartoons. I lost a lot of weight and was at the hospital a lot. My husband started resenting me more and more and had no problems letting me know. He desired me less and less and that wasn't a secret either. And his porn problem was happening a lot more as well... although it "wasn't his" or "he didn't do it". Around this time... I told someone for the first time. My husband was very mad. I was devistated. Heartbroken. Shattered. But I loved him and I loved God and I wanted to fix it. We are faithful members of a church. We sit under Biblically sound preaching every week. I know my Bible. Not just the verses you hear all the time, but I have read it cover to cover and I want my life to be surrounded by the word of God. I want to live what the Bible teaches. At that point in my life... about 4 years married with a toddler and a newborn... I was struggling but I still loved the Lord. I wanted the marriage that church taught was Biblical. So I got help. Or tried... and failed.
I kept pretending... he kept pretending. Eventually he lost his job due to watching porn at work. I realized this wasn't just a porn problem but a porn addiction. To him it was that I was getting fat, I was a bad wife, and I didn't meet his expectations. Oh, I was never going to be as good as So and so at church... to him... but for me, I was going to try. He got another job and even finished his college degree.
I don't even know the next year or 2. I know they were miserable. The more I tried the more he hated me and the worse I felt. Every time I found porn it was the worst feeling again, and again, and again. The pastor tried to help but my husband wasn't honest. He didn't want help! I mean he said he did but he kept looking at porn and hiding it and lying. Let's put it this way, he looked at porn daily but he knows how to hide it. He refuses to admit the truth and because he lied about it he thought I didn't know and that was his story. He would lie until he was blue in the face and then when I would show him the proof I found he would lie more... until he would finally admit it.
We had another baby. I found out he compared me to other women he thought he is in love with. Skinny, sweet women. Women at church who were the epitome of perfection. And although I'm fat... people like me and respect me. I am not hated by everyone and a terrible person. I am respected too and he hates it. He thinks these other women are perfect all the time and never struggle while I simply put on a show. So I tried harder to be perfect all the time but when I would mess up he would be more hateful than he was before. The more I would try the more he would expect. And I could be perfect for weeks... but when I would fail he would use that to prove I was a horrible person.
Finally... I stopped hurting. Because of this, I am not as invested in my husband. One can say since I'm not as invested in my husband that is why I stopped hurting but really... I stopped allowing myself to hurt and that is when I stopped caring as much about marriage. My husband is a good guy. He takes care of our family really well and he isn't an amazing, involved dad but he is a good dad. He is a lot better than a lot of guys. But he doesn't love me. He never did. I was "easy".. his words not mine... and he took advantage of that... again, his words not mine. He never intended to marry me but he did because he wanted to do the right thing after I got pregnant. Only... now he hates me for it. And I can't hurt anymore. In September we had our 9th wedding anniversary. I am 26 and other than insisting I graduate... I have done nothing but be a wife and mother. I have never had a job. I have never traveled. But I can cook a mean casserole and I know how to keep 3 kids entertained when they all have the flu.
I don't want a divorce. And I want people to respect my husband. I don't want to make it where when we get through this people don't respect him. But what do I do? Can I make him fall in love with me? I am not perfect. I am a lot of horrible things a lot of times. I know everyone is but I'm not downplaying my faults. But what can I do? I hate being married. If it weren't for my faith and the fact that I would never ever hurt my children by suicide... I think suicide wouldn't be so bad. I am not suicidal... but I hate the fact my mind would ever go there. I know God can win. I just don't know what to do...