
Originally Posted by
Dave in PA
Hi Gents - brand-new at posting despite joining a while ago. I had 2.5 years of happy marriage as of last Wednesday (but 31 years in total . . . ba-dum-ching). I bought her flowers, earrings, nice bottle of wine, card, and a $200 dinner. That bought me some peace for a few days, so far. I started running again when COVID hit back in 2020. At 59, running provides me with a lot of things, but most important is a chance to be with my thoughts and to frankly connect with myself and some long dormant spiritual principles. Much of what compelled me to get married, and to stay married despite her affairs and dishonesty, was my commitment to religion and the blind faith that this thing called marriage would improve my life, like everyone insisted it would. It did change my life but in ways I never thought it would. I am way more tolerant and patient having been married. Or, put another way, I can sit and endure harangues and disrespect for longer periods. I am also better able to sniff out BS in general. But as far as this thing bringing me sunshine and unicorns, no way. It is, has been and continues to be a grind. For me, joy in my marriage is when I get a break from it, while running or golfing. Indeed, these breaks are thrown at me like a dog gets a scrap from the table. This grind benefits the wife and family unit and, as society's bipedal alpaca, I did it but I had the nerve to expect something back in return. Instead, I'm to expect the mere presence of this woman "in my life" to be the blessed payoff for everything I sacrificed to make it happen for her. That's okay, but the kids are out of the house now. Interest in sex died in 2014 and, while running, I allow myself to think about freedom from this thing I realize I volunteer for, and I smile because finally I see the problem is me. Barriers I wrestle with include whether I'll piss God off if I divorce and take care of myself. What friends will I lose (and is that a big loss?) and frankly I worry about her a little bit because part of me is decent and caring. But I am where I am because my decency and caring were weaponized to manipulate me into this, into providing "security" and I was just a mark instead of "the one". I presumed security was a stable relationship. I was incorrect. Anyhow, this boils down to a few questions that come up while running and I get clarity and acceptance to ask myself, "why?". Why continue this: what is it that I want to continue, exactly? Won't I be lonely: but I am already alone. Won't I alienate my kids: but they are already doing their own thing. Won't I miss sex: I am functionally celibate since 2014. Will God be pissed: what if he's already pissed that I'm misinterpreting what He says and am useless and miserable instead of engaged and functional? God being pissed is really my last excuse TBH, and what if I'm wrong? What if I'm supposed to be open to what comes to me (like when I am running), and what if I'm not supposed to play God and impose what I think His will is for me in this. Does God's love for me stop if I make a mistake or take care of myself? I think I'm missing the whole point of God in the first place. And does not my wife have God too?
Anyhow, this God things is a big part of my struggle and I'm getting closer to my truth. This forum allows me to look at this stuff and thank God for it. Hate does not serve me, and women could care less what I think anyway. My real problem is why I worry about that in the first place (famous book title, "What Women Think, or Not"). Can I change women so I'll be more comfortable? I need to shed the popular supposition that it is my responsibility to attempt to make women happy. They are never happy but are, nonetheless, always entertained by the effort.
If I have any hate at all, it is probably at myself for allowing this to happen despite what my instincts told me 31 years ago. It's not God who's mad at me, I am mad at myself and mad for listening as a young man to those who I thought knew better. So I think I'm going to stop and then go do the next right thing, and then take a run.