Rockinthe80s
Well-Known Member
I believe my marriage is about to end!
We've been having problems ever since we got married, I never got accepted into his family properly, always felt isolated. I got into real heavy depression because of this and generally friends around me etc.
I have tried so hard with members of his family, even tho they never bother with me and ALL for my husbands sake. I put aside my anxiety, depression, so that I could make him happy, all the while I felt tortured by their lack of effort and my anxiety. But, he's never done much for me. Wasn't there for me at my lowest moments, all everyone was worried about was when I was going to get better so I can start doing all their s**t for them again.
So, anyhow, I always get blamed for everything. He's so lazy, doesn't do anything for himself. The only thing he can manage is going to work, other than that he won't take on any responsibility for anything. Thank god we don't have kids, I don't know how I would cope. I do all the cleaning, cooking, wash the clothes, do all the admin jobs, basically run the house. Even DIY, he won't take the time to figure out how to fix something. He even wanted me to do his CV for him, I told him to jog on.
Hes always in a strop when he returns home from work. He's nice to me for first five mins, then he gets moody and it's basically like that for majority of night. I try to make conversation, I get frosty and hostile responses. If I ask a question, I get snapped at. I am fed up of treading on eggshells when I'm around him. He doesn't take me out anywhere, we can't afford holidays, he's not affectionate towards me, we can't even conceive because of this. Yet, he cries like a baby if he feels I may leave him after an argument.
Yesterday: typical argument. I get blamed for everything as usual. He was in a mood because I needed him to go to the supermarket when he returned from work and instead of saying what his problem is, he's just snappy at me and I often have no idea why.
Then we get into an argument about wasting food. Apparently I'm to blame for this, for several reasons, including my cooking isn't like his mums, I dish up too much (lol he dishes his own plate up), I cook too much of the food he doesn't like (I NEvER cook anything that i know is disliked by him) and other rubbish I can't remember. Most of the time I try to ignore his tantrums because they occur several times in a day, but I'm only human and it's not in me to be able to do this on each occasion.
I told him what for, as I can't stand that I get the blame for everything! He chucks my new iPhone across the room, then starts chucking screwed up paper in my face and wishing me dead.
I walk out the room, he follows me, screaming and shouting. I lock myself in the bathroom because I have nowhere else to go to get away and he breaks the door down. I can't bear to listen to him going on and on. It makes me crazy. So, I put my hand over his mouth to shut him up, and was verbally abusive. he wouldn't leave me alone. I know I shouldn't have done this, I was wrong.
Then, he chucks me onto the sofa, drags me off it by my neck. Drags me across the floor, by my neck from the living room into the kitchen. I couldn't even. I could barely breathe and I have bruises around my neck. He then chucks me back on the sofa, before chucking me back on he floor landing badly on my back. I have no strength to fight him back, I can't even control where I land. He says it's not hitting and Im a troublemaker. Everything he does to me, he accuses me of having done to me, it's strange he genuinely believes this I think. But it's like he's talking about himself, but he's accusing me of those things.
So all in all, there is no marriage here really. We can't even be civil to one another. My hearts become numb. I just wanted to get this out of my system, i can't share this with anyone else. Sorry such a long post.
We've been having problems ever since we got married, I never got accepted into his family properly, always felt isolated. I got into real heavy depression because of this and generally friends around me etc.
I have tried so hard with members of his family, even tho they never bother with me and ALL for my husbands sake. I put aside my anxiety, depression, so that I could make him happy, all the while I felt tortured by their lack of effort and my anxiety. But, he's never done much for me. Wasn't there for me at my lowest moments, all everyone was worried about was when I was going to get better so I can start doing all their s**t for them again.
So, anyhow, I always get blamed for everything. He's so lazy, doesn't do anything for himself. The only thing he can manage is going to work, other than that he won't take on any responsibility for anything. Thank god we don't have kids, I don't know how I would cope. I do all the cleaning, cooking, wash the clothes, do all the admin jobs, basically run the house. Even DIY, he won't take the time to figure out how to fix something. He even wanted me to do his CV for him, I told him to jog on.
Hes always in a strop when he returns home from work. He's nice to me for first five mins, then he gets moody and it's basically like that for majority of night. I try to make conversation, I get frosty and hostile responses. If I ask a question, I get snapped at. I am fed up of treading on eggshells when I'm around him. He doesn't take me out anywhere, we can't afford holidays, he's not affectionate towards me, we can't even conceive because of this. Yet, he cries like a baby if he feels I may leave him after an argument.
Yesterday: typical argument. I get blamed for everything as usual. He was in a mood because I needed him to go to the supermarket when he returned from work and instead of saying what his problem is, he's just snappy at me and I often have no idea why.
Then we get into an argument about wasting food. Apparently I'm to blame for this, for several reasons, including my cooking isn't like his mums, I dish up too much (lol he dishes his own plate up), I cook too much of the food he doesn't like (I NEvER cook anything that i know is disliked by him) and other rubbish I can't remember. Most of the time I try to ignore his tantrums because they occur several times in a day, but I'm only human and it's not in me to be able to do this on each occasion.
I told him what for, as I can't stand that I get the blame for everything! He chucks my new iPhone across the room, then starts chucking screwed up paper in my face and wishing me dead.
I walk out the room, he follows me, screaming and shouting. I lock myself in the bathroom because I have nowhere else to go to get away and he breaks the door down. I can't bear to listen to him going on and on. It makes me crazy. So, I put my hand over his mouth to shut him up, and was verbally abusive. he wouldn't leave me alone. I know I shouldn't have done this, I was wrong.
Then, he chucks me onto the sofa, drags me off it by my neck. Drags me across the floor, by my neck from the living room into the kitchen. I couldn't even. I could barely breathe and I have bruises around my neck. He then chucks me back on the sofa, before chucking me back on he floor landing badly on my back. I have no strength to fight him back, I can't even control where I land. He says it's not hitting and Im a troublemaker. Everything he does to me, he accuses me of having done to me, it's strange he genuinely believes this I think. But it's like he's talking about himself, but he's accusing me of those things.
So all in all, there is no marriage here really. We can't even be civil to one another. My hearts become numb. I just wanted to get this out of my system, i can't share this with anyone else. Sorry such a long post.
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