You know, “soul-crushing”, I think might be an apt description, but not necessarily for the same reasons Shagnasty mentions.
Apologies in advance for the length of this, but some background is pertinent to my comments.
I’m on my third marriage. The first was for 11 years. As marriages between 18-year-olds go, it wasn’t bad, and in retrospect I suppose it could have been saved. But the times were different then (late ‘60s/early ‘70s) and permanence wasn’t high on the priority list. We grew up, drifted apart and lapsed into indifference. The breakup was civil – amicable even, and with a daughter to consider, we still were able to work on the issues related to her and act in her best interests.
The second was in 1984. I married a gorgeous woman two years my senior after my being single for about 5 years. She was on the rebound however (not to mention totally nuts), and after only a year, I could see this wasn’t going to work. She was the one who was miserable and depressed, and I offered her an out. She took it as rejection however, and decided to ruin me, financially and emotionally. It took 3 years to finalize a divorce, during which time I was accused of every crime she could fabricate (from mail fraud to attempted rape), and since she had gotten a huge settlement from her ex, she had the resources to run up my expenses. I had to pay off my lawyer in installments.
The third and current marriage, which has endured 12 years, started out blissfully enough. I was mad about her. I would have given her the moon. But things soured for her after about 2 years. I am 10 years her senior and I just turned 55.
After the first year, we decided to have kids and she quit her job to become a stay-at-home mom. This was in the mid ‘90s and times were tough for IT professionals. She was a recently trained programmer and discovered she didn’t like it much, so that was an easy decision for her. I was scrambling for consulting gigs and ended up having to do a 9-month stint in Dallas, “commuting” from New Jersey. She (admitted years later that she) viewed this as abandonment and became distant emotionally. This became the turning point in a downhill slide.
Over the years, I was forced to look far and wide for work, and had another 10-month gig at a distance. Her withdrawal turned into avoidance, and I became more and more bitter.
She has been able to pursue a number of solitary interests, and I’m not the jealous nor controlling type, so I don’t even ask where she’s going or when she’ll be back. For the most part I’m a homebody and I do virtually all the repairs and maintenance. She does her part in running the home, and I do mine.
It’s like having a roommate, or actually more like live-in housekeeper/nanny. I know that sounds harsh, but she’s got a pretty good deal here. I make decent money. She has a cleaning service come in regularly. Laundry/dry cleaning service, yard work service, reasonably new car. A beautiful new house with a pool and all the conveniences. We live in her hometown, so she has a circle of friends and relatives close by. The kids are both in school, so a large part of her day is open. We don’t have a lot of debt, but it pretty much costs what I earn.
Yet she’s angry and critical all the time. We have no common interests any more. We don’t do anything together. There is no “us”.
She confounds me. On one hand, she has rejected me so often that I don’t try any more. In fact, I’m not even interested. I don’t think I even like her any more. She shows no emotion for me, yet she’ll give me the mushiest birthday card imaginable, signed with hugs and kisses.
I work, I spend as much time as I can with the kids and don’t have a lot of free time. I’m not one of those guys who goes fishing, hunting, golfing or whatever, and weekends I do go away, I take the kids. I gave up a lot of my trivial pursuits to give my family what I can.
I however, feel trapped. I feel like I have no options. My future is to work until I die.
I would have left but for the kids. What’s strange is I really didn’t want more kids. But like a guy I know says: “I wouldn’t take a million bucks for them, but I wouldn’t give a nickel for another one”. I know how hard my first breakup was on my older daughter and I can’t do that to them. So I plod through every day. I can’t remember when I was last touched with carnal affection. I’m in a constant state of depression and understand what Shag means about a “soul crushing” existence.