Since my husband and I moved out from where we were things have been okay I guess, but I can't help but wonder if possibly we are headed for disaster. I'm sure you guys remember me complaining about all the stuff that was going on down there in that trailer we were living in. The beer getting drank in front of my kids, the constant sexual remarks towards me and my friends. Well, lets not rehash that nightmare. Anyway, at the time I was looking to Kenny to stand up for me. You know to say something to this man. He kept claiming that he had, but the stuff continued going on. However, I never saw him say a word. It often made me wonder if he was just telling me that to shut me up about it for the time being.
See, I needed Kenny to take my side on decisions we had made years before. Decisions about the drinking around the kids and such as that. Not to mention, I was hurt that it didn't seem to bother him all the sexual remarks being thrown in my direction. Let's just say that I didn't think very much of my husband at the time. Since that time, Kenny and I have not been the same. We get along okay and everything appears normal, but it's really not. Not for me anyway. At a time when I really needed my husband to stand in my corner, he was standing on the other team and that really hurt me. I never could get him to understand how much. It took me giving an ultimatum to get him to be willing to move from there. Basically I told him "My brother is loaning me the money and I'm moving with or without you because I can't take anymore." It upset me that I had to resort to a threat to get things moving. It really hurt to be honest.
I have always wanted someone to stand by my side no matter what. I thought that was what marriage was supposed to be about, yet here was my husband rooting for the other team. I've tried to move past it, but it really put a dent in our marriage and sometimes I wonder if I should even still be with him. I stay because I feel that maybe there is someway to work things out, but these thoughts are constantly on my mind. What if there is nothing left in me that really wants to work it out?
Is it wrong that I expected him to stand beside me? Is it wrong that he didn't?
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