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He used to lock me outside our house with no shoes or coat, rage at me for an hour or more, and make me doubt my sanity. When he hit me, it was the last straw.
I needed him to listen and show that he cared about how I felt – to look me in the eyes and be present so I’d know he had my back. But this wasn't something he knew how to do.
After a few years of policing, I began to crack. I was no longer easy-going and fun. I became an angry guy capable of hurting those that I loved the most.
I couldn’t give her the life she wanted. Maybe I wasn’t such a great catch for her after all; my broken past and messy life were smothering her.
The few times we were intimate it was mechanical and void of emotion on his part. Then it stopped all together. In a bizarre way, his distancing made facing his death a lot easier. He inadvertently prepared me for widowhood.
A few years into our marriage, I discovered that my husband had been sending sexually explicit emails to women he had met on the Internet. That was just the beginning.
Marriage takes two people who choose to work together in all areas of life.
In marriage, sex is supposed to feel safe, right? Often it is not for women.
Vive la difference! Do you as a couple embrace your differences or try to thwart them? You don't have to agree on everything to live in peace.
If you can avoid these four things, you marriage has a great chance of beating the odds.
Is it possible to have romance in between the diaper changing, 2 a.m. feedings, and sleep deprivation of being a parent?