I’ve spent a whole lot of married life wondering if my husband’s behavior is normal, and if it is, is it OK that I don’t want to be married to someone who behaves this way.
He talks to himself.
I don’t mean the “What did I do with the damn car keys?” kind of thing we all do. This is vehement ranting, during which he snarls absolutely poisonous invective with clenched teeth and shaking fists – but sotto voce, so I know he’s doing it, but usually can’t really tell what he’s saying.
Just about anything can set him off, and it is not at all uncommon that we will be sitting at the dinner table, carrying on what seems to be a perfectly innocuous conversation, and he will suddenly bolt from the table, stride into the living room, and I’ll hear him begin to rant. (And he can then walk back into the dining room and resume the previous conversation as though nothing has happened.)
It is almost indescribably weird, and it has been the omnipresent background “music” of our entire relationship. I have been the subject of the ranting on more than one occasion. After the first time, I have never again heard him that I haven’t had at least a fleeting thought of, “Oh, God. What have I done now?”
There are other issues that I think are related. He has been only marginally employed in our 29-year marriage. He spent 9 years working on a Ph.D. before he abandoned it. With every job he’s had, he’s had a honeymoon period followed by intense dissatisfaction, bitching, feelings of persecution, etc. He’s one of those people that doesn’t pick up on social cues, hijacks and then dominates every conversation, and has conception of himself that has no relation to reality. (A couple of months ago, someone he’d just met asked him what he did. He said he was a teacher. The last time he did anything resembling teaching was 15 years ago.)
He was laid off from his last job six years ago. They had to eliminate positions for budget reasons, but I think there was a reason they chose to eliminate his position.
I told him more than a year ago that I wanted a divorce. I started sleeping in the guest bedroom a couple of months before that. And I have since been regularly been awakened in the middle of the night by his ranting. “Goddamn you to hell! I despise…” I have no idea who he’s damning to hell. Could be me, could be George Bush.
The other weird thing is that he needs to hear himself. If the atmosphere is quiet, he whispers all this awful stuff. But if he’s mowing the lawn, he’s shouting to be heard above the mower.
I’m worn out. I’ve gotten beyond walking on eggshells so I could avoid provoking an outburst. I simply don’t want to be married to someone whose is so full of anger.
I haven’t moved forward on the divorce because my husband’s unemployed, 61, has minimal Social Security because of his spotty work history, and my job provides the health benefits. In other words, I feel guilty.
We got married when I was 19, and he’s 13 years older than I. For years it never occurred to me that his behaviour was odd. And maybe it’s not odd. But I can’t take it any more.