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I need to just put down the bare truth.

I've talked before about how my life changed, the epiphanies that I went through that, among other things, started me in posting here on the dot. These epiphanies were the start of the end of my relationship - but I never ever could say why. We would get in fights and he would ask what was wrong, and all I could say was, "I don't know". And I really didn't. I just knew I was miserable, and I clung to my online world like a lifeline.

I'm at a point now where I need to make a choice. I have his attention now. He has said he is willing to make a clean start. He honestly didn't believe I wasn't going to come home again. I'm not sure I won't either.

Here is the crux of the problem. I know it now, I suppose I always knew it, but I don't know how I'm going to say it. When I started to change, I started to crave and lust for intellectual stimulation. I had been missing it, and when I suddenly found a source, I was like a starving person at an oasis. I gorged myself, and I neglected my hubby, but I didn't analyse the nature of what was happening. I hurt him terribly at that time, and although I've become better able to control my urges, he never recovered from that hurt.

My whole system of values changed. I used to idolize my hubby, to never question what he said. But then I started to challenge him, I looked around my life and found nothing for my brain to feed on. And I became very dissatisfied with a lot of my surroundings. I had, in my infatuation, happily accepted a change of lifestyle that suited my husbands needs, and when I woke up, I was in very deep. Every effort I made to introduce intelligence into my non-work life was met with resistance -- because for my hubby, thinking was a 9-5 occupation. He is brilliant, but never when I was around. No conversation, no shared intelligent activities, no discussions of books or movies or politics or anything. His idea of relaxation turns out to be my idea of sensory deprivation. Add into this, the fact that my husband is afraid to be alone. He hates it. So his relaxation has to be my relaxation, anything else is not what he feels happy with.

To try and deal with it, to find myself, in that first 6 months of marriage, I turned away from him. I couldn't explain it then, and I can barely now -- but my wiring changed -- I had found that my mind and my body were suddenly knit together in a way I hadn't known before -- no mental stimulation meant no physical stimulation, and my poor hubby suffered as a result - and yet, when he asked, I had no answer.

And as time went on, instead of fixing the problem, I retreated into the one area in which I was in control of, and which gave me the feeling of progress and mental improvement that I wanted so badly. Is it any wonder he hated my career?

And so now, I have to meet him tonight. And I have to decide whether to go home or not. And I have to tell him the truth about my thoughts and my needs for my life. I don't think I can live with someone who doesn't challenge my intellect. He is going to take this as a mortal insult, I have never said this to him because I know it will wound him forever. But the only way I can explain my needs is to say it.

The worst part is - he never did anything wrong. And I don't think there is anything he can do to fix this either. He is one way, and there is nothing wrong with the way he is - but I can't possibly fully contribute in a relationship with him, as much as I love him and want him to be happy -- I *can't* be the person he needs. And he can't be the person I need. And I am going to kill him when I point that out.

I don't want to do it. I've been lying to myself for a long time in order to avoid it. I don't know if I'm strong enough now. But after 3 years of trying very hard not to admit it, the logic seems inescapable.

I wish I could just fly away. Get on a plane and freeze this life here, leave it the way it is and just have it as a part of my past without having to admit to myself all of my own folly and culpability. Tonight I am going to deal a hurt to the person I love most on this planet that I'm not sure he will ever recover from. What he will hear is that I'm smarter than him (not true) and that I want to be with someone smarter, and that he's not good enough for me, and that all this time, I never loved him. I know this is how he will take the truth, and I know that it will haunt him forever. This is why I've never said it, I never wanted to hurt him like this but this false reality doesn't work either, and now there is no choice. I never said it because deep down I never thought there was a possible way to fix it, and I still don't.

This is going to kill him. I'm going to ruin his life tonight -- except I think that the real truth is that I already have. I ruined things 3 years ago when I changed. Now all I can do is try to make things as right as they can be under the circumstances. It turns out though, that I can't worry about him any more. I'm not really hurting him today - all I'm doing is revealing it, not creating it. He will have to deal with this one way or the other, whether I cave in or not, whether I drag this out for another year or for 10. He's been dealing with it for the last 3 years - he just never had all the information.

Am I brave enough to tell the truth, regardless of the cost? We'll see.

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  • You're only responsible for you. If it isn't working, it isn't working, and no amount of torturing yourself will make it different. And I fall back on Machiavelli about hurts delivered. Do it fast, do it clean, speak your mind. This is merciful, not evil.

    I *will* say that your quest for intellectualism at home...listen, I don't want to pass judgement from a gazillion miles away, but I remember feeling this way about my ex-wife. Exactly like that. And I found the stimulating people didn't love me like
    • by elmegil (12001) *
      I had a snuggle bunny girlfriend once upon a time. Not stupid, but not smart, and she admired my own smarts and was up for whatever, whenever. After 2 1/2 years I was done. Too damn much work, and no challenge at home, always responsible for driving nearly everything we did together.

      My wife, she and I have had sparks just about from the get go, not just chemistry, also conflict. But she's smart, she holds her own, and whatever other issues we may have had off and on, I would not trade her smarts for the

  • That's what you've just done. Once you've crystallized the issue into words, its power to jerk you around by your emotions bleeds away. The consequences remain to play out, but failing to understand them won't make them go away any more than ignorance of an impending hurricane or avalanche will keep you safe.

    It's a hard road. I was hurt once (by broken trust) and spent years unable to talk about it. I didn't shake myself loose from the emotional ties until I could bring myself to name exactly what had h
    • by HBI (604924)
      I'm not sure naming the demon removes the emotional problems, particularly when you feel responsibility for someone.

      It might make it easier to get to the next step in your thought process, but it does not make it any easier to end a relationship.
      • Knowing the problem tells you what you can and cannot do. We may regret what is past, but we cannot undo it.

        Knowing the problem is essential to understanding what can be done. Part of this is how much of a relationship can be salvaged or even repaired.

        For what is lost, it makes it possible to grieve instead of trying to re-animate a corpse.
  • It looks like you have gotten to the point where staying together will damage each of you more than being apart. Yes, it's hard. And yes, it hurts - particularly when you do still love the other person. But you can't just pretend that things are wll right when they are not. Yes, you could suppress yourself and pretend that things are fine and that you are happy. But things would not be all right. You would not be all right. And neither would he. It's kinder in the long run, and better for him, for y
  • by SamTheButcher (574069) * on Sunday February 25, 2007 @10:38PM (#18148760) Journal
    and neither may he, but by liberating yourself, you liberate him as well.

    You may not kill him, as you say. You may set him free to find his life as well.

    The dark, the light. The rough, the smooth. Black. White.

    The end. The beginning.
  • Now all I can do is try to make things as right as they can be under the circumstances.

    Which is all anyone can ever do.

    I don't know if I'm strong enough now. ... Am I brave enough to tell the truth, regardless of the cost? We'll see.

    I don't do the tell people how to run their personal lives thing as a matter of course. (especially having bollixed mine on more than one occasion)
    BUT....speaking as a guy...
    I will offer a strong opinion on this one, having been the guy who asked what was wrong and didn't get a
  • You know what the truth is. He deserves to know too.

    As for the costs, (a) you don't know what the costs really will be, and (b) these things are not for sale.

    My heart goes out to you, this is a big deal.
    • by FortKnox (169099) *
      I'm surprised bethanie didn't come in. Fresh off her divorce, she's happy, and sees divorce as the best option due to her experience. I guess I'm just biased the other way.

      But I really just came in here to say thanks to Richard. I don't know what else I could add to the small but significant things he said.

      Be truthful, first and foremost. You think he may be ruined, but, if it were me, I'd be relieved... relieved that there was a way for me to make things better.

      Chin up, and good luck.
    • Thanks Richard. I really really needed to hear that, it is sympathetic but realistic, and I'm only bawling a little bit as a result :)

      Pix

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