So here it is –
I met my husband approx. 3 years ago. It was love at first sight for both of us. What a whirlwind romance it was. My friends and family constantly remarked on how “different” I was, how “happy” I was. We were, and I believe still are, perfect for each other. The first time I met him (in a bar, which we had both said we would never do) He told me about his daughter (she had just turned 6 at the time) We were both young and I thought it showed a lot of integrity to tell me about his daughter right away. I was very impressed that at the young age of 16 he had manned up and taken responsibility. Now I know people are “supposed” to take responsibility for their children and they shouldn’t be getting pat’s on the back and rewards for doing what was expected of them. But my husband had finished high school, finished college, paid his support, took advantage of his time that was CO’d to him plus more. This, to me, showed me that he was a responsible man. Someone that I could look at every day and be proud of.
We started off dating and it became very serious very quickly. There was never a doubt in my mind or his, that we were destined to be together. We had both had 2 other long(ish) relationships, learned a lot from them and were ready to move on. I’ll just say that for about a year everything was absolutely perfect so we’ll skip ahead.
After we’d been together for about 1 year, he proposed. It was beautiful. So thoughtful. I get butterflies in my stomach just thinking about it. Around this time we had been saving money and looking to buy a house. Things were still perfect. We moved in with my parents for about 5 months (rent free) saved our down payment. About 6 months after he proposed, we moved into our new house.
I’m not going to say that this is where things started to go wrong. Because “things” didn’t go wrong. Two things happened. Two things that to this day, I have a hard time getting over, forgetting, honestly forgiving. Two things that I would like to erase from my memory. Two things that if I could just “let go” we would go back to what we were.
The first weekend in our new house (we hadn’t even unpacked yet) we went to a party with some friends. We drank……too much. Our friends drank….too much. Everyone was in pretty rough shape, so we invited them back to our house to stay the night. Me, my husband, 2 guys and 1 girl. The girl was having a bit of trouble with one of the guys and was nervous to sleep on the couch. So this being a really good friend of mine, I told her she could sleep with me and my husband if she was uncomfortable. I know….it was so stupid of me. Talk about inviting trouble.
Anyway, my husband was hammered. We were lying in bed. My husband on one side, me in the middle and the girl on the other side. I wear earplugs when I sleep so I wasn’t hearing anything. My husband kept touching my leg and stomach until I finally told him to stop. He got up and was sick in the bathroom. I was waiting for him to come back to bed when I must have drifted off a bit. The next thing I know, the girl is elbowing me in the ribs. I woke up and saw my husband leaning over her, lightly touching her arm and he had his lips to her shoulder. I freaked. I jumped up and ran out of the room. I had no idea what to do. He came downstairs and I screamed and yelled. Told him not to touch me. The girl left and my husband and I fought. He denied knowing what happened. At first he denied that anything happened, then he said he could not remember anything, he blacked out. It went on for quite a while and I was pretty hysterical. It made no sense to me. I had never seen him do anything like that. I had never even imagined him doing anything like that. It’s hard to write how everything happened. But to make a long story short, I made all kinds of excuses for him, took a lot of time and eventually kind of forgave him. The excuse I made was that he must have thought that she was me because she “was” on my side of the bed.
A couple of days later, I was really messed up. Not sure whether to trust him or not, I snooped in him e-mail. Everything was pretty basic. Nothing out of the ordinary (and I just want to clarify….I had NEVER done this before). I went to his sent messages and found a message that he had sent about 4 days before he proposed to me. It was to an escort from one city who was coming to our city. I was furious. I confronted him. He said he never met her (which I believe because we are together pretty much all the time) But that he e-mailed her because his friends said that sometimes she e-mails some pretty funny/wild stuff back. He cried, we argued. I out and out asked him if he had a problem with sex. If he loved me. If he felt a need to be with other people. He then broke down (I had never seen him like this before) and disclosed that when he was young (about 6-7), he was molested on more than one occasion by a neighbourhood boy who was a few years older than him. He told his mom and his mom told him not to “play” over there anymore and just to forget it. Now I felt horrible about what he was saying but there was a little piece of me that was feeling selfish and was angry that he was yet again, finding an excuse.
So those are the two things. Nothing every happened before and nothing ever happened after. I trust my husband. More so than before. He did everything I asked. If I want to, I will check his e-mail (doesn’t happen very often anymore), I will check his phone, I will check his voicemail. I’ve never come across anything that is even remotely inappropriate.
Here’s the problem. I can’t forget. I’m still angry. Sometimes things will be fine but I find our relationship very strained. My husband has never been great at talking. He can be a little passive aggressive (I don’t put up with that) But we do argue more, and sometimes I find myself bringing up one or both of these “two things”
Sometimes, I’m sitting on the bus and the image of my husband and my friend just pops into my head. I don’t ask for it, but it’s there….and it’s so vivid. I end up coming home in a “not great mood”. My husband reacts to that in a passive aggressive way. And then the fight starts.
He’s also getting frustrated with me. All of this came to head right after we hade moved into our house (which was a dream to me). I had no get-up-and-go. I didn’t do laundry, I didn’t clean. I didn’t work on projects that we had talked about. To me, there was no point. I was never honest with him about that. I just didn’t do it. Now, I do more around the house, but I still have trouble “caring” what it looks like, if it’s clean. And if it needs something done to it, I just want him to do it. I know that’s not fair but its how I feel.
Before you suggest counselling, we can’t afford it. My husband and I went to one session together after all this stuff happened. I didn’t like the counsellor and I was angry at my husband because the session revolved around my husband and he didn’t mention the “two things”. My husband then went to a different counsellor on his own for about 4-5 sessions before we were married. He asked me to come to one, but I wasn’t ready. I was still angry from when we had gone together.
I love my husband very much. He loves me. We are so compatible but I feel like his crappy choices have tainted our relationship. Are we doomed?? How do I get past this. How do we get back on track. If I didn’t think it was worth it to work on, I wouldn’t be here. We wouldn’t have gotten married. I just want to erase those “two things” and start over…..but I don’t seem to be able to.