I'm P, Wife to a 3rd year med student. A career woman with ambitions. But Marriage is also life's ongoing committment...
I tried reading the posts beforehand, so I'm sorry if this specific situation has come up. I'd appreciate advice or referral, or maybe even a PM to correspond/chat with someone who can help with some guidance.
I'm out of my mind so I am sorry if i don't make sense. I will probably have to clarify since this post is skewed by one very strong emotion at the moment: Sheer Outrage.
Stats
Me Grad school
Husband 3rd year med student
Cross country relationship
I just ended our marriage via telephone because he didn't have the balls to say it. Mr. Man with no solutions, but quick to point the finger.
Supported him through school, then I moved cross country to school.
He has the nerve to say I have no idea what he's going through. I was there for him during his first years. And he's right I have no idea. You know why? Because when I ask him, he says NOTHING. Nothing of substance. ONly factual accounts. I'm not a PA or a colleague. I'm his wife! How can he keep blamining me for not understanding when he doesn't share on any capacity, then pull me down when I am so frustrated by the lack of love and empathy that is supposed to exist.
Empty promises, of trying hard to communicate after I left. It seems that he lost his memory as soon as I stepped foot on the plane, and he went on a trip to "I don't give a flying f*#k land." First class. President and CEO.
He is physically absent, mentally gone, and emotionally not present. I have more stimulating conversations with my dog. That's the honest truth. He gives me the run down on the day. 1 hour at best, more like 10 minutes. And in that I could glean more from reading a thesaurus.
I have spent my married life aggressing, and him regressing. Supported him to express himself so he wouldn't be the husband to say he didn't have a wife who was selfish and disinterested, in his life or his mental, emotional, physical needs. Can you imagine, being the one to fight so hard for your husband to argue back with you, to get him to advocate for himself in sacrifice of my own views...
He blames, gets apathetic, feels remorse, concedes to treating me badly, hen says things will change. It's not even like I want to say he treats me badly, but if he wants to be that way with someone, it just shouldn't be me. But inherently, what I hate about him is he can't say it, to love enough to "change" or "communicate" or "let me go" or "move on." Something. ANYTHING.
Me analytic contingency confront things head on person, Him, "i don't know" deflect, dismiss, withdraw, deny. BUT the catch is that he does know. He knows when I don't do it right. So it's knowing his answer through a process of guessing.
I went to counseling. Then we both did. We progressed. Or else I would not stick around. I'm only mentioning the bad crap because it's all seeping out at this point. So this depiction is skewed. With these horrible things I say there is probably at least an equal amount of redeeming qualities. But I'm not here to defend his sorry butt. I need help.
Blamed for so many things.
THE PHONE CALL: The last straw was, him being completely devoid, and completely callous about how devestated about our current state of affairs. The phrase being, are you finished, i'm going to bed, i don't have time for this.
He said, "I'm going to hang up. I'm going to bed."
I said, "Then have the balls to say it. Say, 'I'm going to leave our marriage because i'm going to sleep.'"
No, "I love you. I'm devastated. No anything." I would have had a stronger conversation with dog poop on the sidewalk. My heart was torn into a thousand bits.
Mind you, this is after a 10 minute painfully frustrating of him forcing me to remain stagnant (let's just not talk to each other indefinitely until I feel like it) in this marriage, unwilling to communicate to work it out, OR to have the courage to call it quits.
Mind you throughout our marriage I have supported this man, asked him what he needed and how to best communicate.
I feel I've been dooped on so many levels.
So we exchanged words. For the life of me, I have spent chasing this emotionally inept man.
A man who didn't inform me about medical culture. (I'm not even in the residency stage!)
Is it being on call, is it doing all the crap they do? Is it a guy detaching and a girl pushing the issue? Or is emotional ineptness from a very specific individual.
I work from morning till night throughout the week and prepare during weekends. I dont care about the time. As long as there is some tiny amount and in that amount, there is something conveyed that means we are married, not just a grand rounds report or whatever they call it....
There are probably holes in this story, but I hope someone will post with help on their opinion. I will clarify any ambiguity. I'm not thinking too straight right now.
I've thought about throwing myself in front of the train every night I come home from work and classes. It's like he stabbed me and left me here to lie, bleeding to death. Just flat in affect. Not giving a damn. Is that appropriate?
Please help. I'm completely devestated. Tears won't stop falling. Lumps in my throat. I'm paralyzed.
Should I get a divorce. Seperated? Be in stalemate so I can be feeling more human deprivation? I'd love for it to be a mutual decision, but he's a coward. He doesn't pull the trigger, it seems he just buys the gun, puts the bullets in. Gives it to me, and positions it right at my temple, and nudges my index finger.....
I'm trapped right now. I can't sleep. Hotlines dont offer insight, and school counseling is too far away from NOW.
Yes, I know I'm in an emotionally heightened state (to say the least).
Thanks for listening. Please post. I feel like cracked glass about to shatter at any moment into a thousand pieces.
I tried reading the posts beforehand, so I'm sorry if this specific situation has come up. I'd appreciate advice or referral, or maybe even a PM to correspond/chat with someone who can help with some guidance.
I'm out of my mind so I am sorry if i don't make sense. I will probably have to clarify since this post is skewed by one very strong emotion at the moment: Sheer Outrage.
Stats
Me Grad school
Husband 3rd year med student
Cross country relationship
I just ended our marriage via telephone because he didn't have the balls to say it. Mr. Man with no solutions, but quick to point the finger.
Supported him through school, then I moved cross country to school.
He has the nerve to say I have no idea what he's going through. I was there for him during his first years. And he's right I have no idea. You know why? Because when I ask him, he says NOTHING. Nothing of substance. ONly factual accounts. I'm not a PA or a colleague. I'm his wife! How can he keep blamining me for not understanding when he doesn't share on any capacity, then pull me down when I am so frustrated by the lack of love and empathy that is supposed to exist.
Empty promises, of trying hard to communicate after I left. It seems that he lost his memory as soon as I stepped foot on the plane, and he went on a trip to "I don't give a flying f*#k land." First class. President and CEO.
He is physically absent, mentally gone, and emotionally not present. I have more stimulating conversations with my dog. That's the honest truth. He gives me the run down on the day. 1 hour at best, more like 10 minutes. And in that I could glean more from reading a thesaurus.
I have spent my married life aggressing, and him regressing. Supported him to express himself so he wouldn't be the husband to say he didn't have a wife who was selfish and disinterested, in his life or his mental, emotional, physical needs. Can you imagine, being the one to fight so hard for your husband to argue back with you, to get him to advocate for himself in sacrifice of my own views...
He blames, gets apathetic, feels remorse, concedes to treating me badly, hen says things will change. It's not even like I want to say he treats me badly, but if he wants to be that way with someone, it just shouldn't be me. But inherently, what I hate about him is he can't say it, to love enough to "change" or "communicate" or "let me go" or "move on." Something. ANYTHING.
Me analytic contingency confront things head on person, Him, "i don't know" deflect, dismiss, withdraw, deny. BUT the catch is that he does know. He knows when I don't do it right. So it's knowing his answer through a process of guessing.
I went to counseling. Then we both did. We progressed. Or else I would not stick around. I'm only mentioning the bad crap because it's all seeping out at this point. So this depiction is skewed. With these horrible things I say there is probably at least an equal amount of redeeming qualities. But I'm not here to defend his sorry butt. I need help.
Blamed for so many things.
THE PHONE CALL: The last straw was, him being completely devoid, and completely callous about how devestated about our current state of affairs. The phrase being, are you finished, i'm going to bed, i don't have time for this.
He said, "I'm going to hang up. I'm going to bed."
I said, "Then have the balls to say it. Say, 'I'm going to leave our marriage because i'm going to sleep.'"
No, "I love you. I'm devastated. No anything." I would have had a stronger conversation with dog poop on the sidewalk. My heart was torn into a thousand bits.
Mind you, this is after a 10 minute painfully frustrating of him forcing me to remain stagnant (let's just not talk to each other indefinitely until I feel like it) in this marriage, unwilling to communicate to work it out, OR to have the courage to call it quits.
Mind you throughout our marriage I have supported this man, asked him what he needed and how to best communicate.
I feel I've been dooped on so many levels.
So we exchanged words. For the life of me, I have spent chasing this emotionally inept man.
A man who didn't inform me about medical culture. (I'm not even in the residency stage!)
Is it being on call, is it doing all the crap they do? Is it a guy detaching and a girl pushing the issue? Or is emotional ineptness from a very specific individual.
I work from morning till night throughout the week and prepare during weekends. I dont care about the time. As long as there is some tiny amount and in that amount, there is something conveyed that means we are married, not just a grand rounds report or whatever they call it....
There are probably holes in this story, but I hope someone will post with help on their opinion. I will clarify any ambiguity. I'm not thinking too straight right now.
I've thought about throwing myself in front of the train every night I come home from work and classes. It's like he stabbed me and left me here to lie, bleeding to death. Just flat in affect. Not giving a damn. Is that appropriate?
Please help. I'm completely devestated. Tears won't stop falling. Lumps in my throat. I'm paralyzed.
Should I get a divorce. Seperated? Be in stalemate so I can be feeling more human deprivation? I'd love for it to be a mutual decision, but he's a coward. He doesn't pull the trigger, it seems he just buys the gun, puts the bullets in. Gives it to me, and positions it right at my temple, and nudges my index finger.....
I'm trapped right now. I can't sleep. Hotlines dont offer insight, and school counseling is too far away from NOW.
Yes, I know I'm in an emotionally heightened state (to say the least).
Thanks for listening. Please post. I feel like cracked glass about to shatter at any moment into a thousand pieces.
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