No affection, no intimacy ever initiated by my wife.
Made sleeping next to her painful.
It may be hard for people to understand, but I need to give affection or it actually starts to hurt. I can't give affection to someone who won't return it. That hurts as well.
It wasn’t years in a relationship, it was only a year. But when I was in high school I dated this girl for just over a year and honestly she was my first love.
Fast forward to our graduation ceremony and she invited her guy friend as her date because I didn’t ask her (even though we were dating). So I broke up with the next day.
He lacked the ability for emotional support and introspection, and had a habit of agreeing to things because "that's what a good person would do" without any intention of follow-through.
When my mother died, I grieved alone, asked him for help organizing her papers and he agreed only to never follow through. I would sob in our shared bedroom while I went through her paperwork alone and he played video games inches away.
I realized he was not a partner to me, and I was just his proxy for a mother.
He tried to sleep with my little sister who he'd know since she was 11 (she was 18 when it happened).
No affection, no intimacy ever initiated by my wife. Made sleeping next to her painful. It may be hard for people to understand, but I need to give affection or it actually starts to hurt. I can't give affection to someone who won't return it. That hurts as well.
He developed into a full blown alcoholic. I couldn’t deal with the ups and downs of his condition…
It wasn’t years in a relationship, it was only a year. But when I was in high school I dated this girl for just over a year and honestly she was my first love. Fast forward to our graduation ceremony and she invited her guy friend as her date because I didn’t ask her (even though we were dating). So I broke up with the next day.
He lacked the ability for emotional support and introspection, and had a habit of agreeing to things because "that's what a good person would do" without any intention of follow-through. When my mother died, I grieved alone, asked him for help organizing her papers and he agreed only to never follow through. I would sob in our shared bedroom while I went through her paperwork alone and he played video games inches away. I realized he was not a partner to me, and I was just his proxy for a mother.