I've been debating with myself whether or not to post something here -or anywhere- concerning my situation. But, even though I am fairly sure how the average response will look, I just have to write it down and get it out of my system.
I will attempt to keep the story brief...
I had my first sexual relationship when I was about thirteen. Both of us were mature beyond our years, but still too young to keep things from going wrong.
After a little over a year, the relationship started falling prey to adultery on both sides. She was open in her infidelity, I was not. Many years passed in which we had
an on again, off again and mostly platonic relationship with me almost always having one or more secret relationship concurrently. You guessed it, I was a gigantic douche.
I felt guilty and tried making all sorts of excuses for my behaviour, but in the end I was just being selfish. Something I clearly see from my current situation. But I digress...
This lasted for about fifteen years, until we both met new people and -in spite of everything that happened- we parted as good friends.
The girlfriend I had after that relationship was a sweet girl who loved me and who I cared for, but somehow I could not feel the connection I had always so desperately craved.
Also, I lied through my teeth about a whole mess of things, which in its own right ruled out any kind of future. Then, after a year and a half, I met the woman I now call my wife.
I cheated on the aforementioned girlfriend with her and slept with that girlfriend as well once. Because in my mind, it was the best thing to do, seeing as how I did not want to
dump the girlfriend for someone else. I just wanted to let her down easy. Of course it all blew up in my face, when everything got out. I almost lost the woman who is now my wife,
in the process.
The thing about my wife is, I knew immediately when I saw her that she was "the one". I know love at first sight sounds crazy, but it was true.
I "officially introduced" her to my friends and parents after only two weeks -something I had never really done ever before with anyone, because I had to keep so many secrets and balance so many lies-.
I completely changed my ways and she moved in after a month. I proposed and we were married a year later. For me, it was like a dream come true. I had always been caring and "sweet", but now
it was no longer marred by dishonesty. Knowing my wife a month, made me become a fiercely loyal, loving and supporting partner.
Now at first the two initial weeks and what happened there hung over us. Even though I only wanted my wife, she never really believed that I chose her over my ex.
I repented and bore the cross I carved for myself. If that had been the bulk of our relational issues, I would have been okay. But soon in, it became clear that my wife did not handle any kind of responsibility well.
I was in love, so I didn't mind... until... And now we spill over into things that are still going on today. Sorry if it seems a bit chaotic. You have to know up front, that when push comes to shove she says she does not want to lose me and that she loves me more than anything.
Even though I give her all the space and time she claims to need, she always complains of not being alone enough and of not feeling at home. She hates me being around when she eats, does her hair, and evryday things like that. Common parts of married life. She also doesn't do anything around the house, doesn't really take care of her/our financial situation and calls on me to help her with everything. Even when I am at work, she will ring me up to ask me to help out with her job, or to tell here where stuff is around the house. She doesn't put anything away and doesn't really look for things, then blames me for "hiding or losing them". I do everything for her, our cats and ferrets, our home, friends, etc. I can't help it, it is who I am. Who I want to be. I believe that if you love each other, no task should be too much to at least attempt. But instead of showing any form of genuine appreciation, she blames me for being "too responsible". Sure, she sometimes mumbles some thanks with a look of guilt across her face, but she still throws all my efforts back at me, while not really returning any favours. When I try to be more spontaneous and relaxed -which isn't easy if you have to run a household on your own-, she just rolls her eyes or complains about some vague physical symptoms. She doesn't engage in any sort of pleasant conversation, but then blames me for not being fun. She's too lazy to do cool things together, but then blames me for not providing her with any excitement. She says hurtful things, does selfish ones and when I do not react all upbeat, she blames me for always dragging the mood down. In fact, she tells me at least once a week how there are no good moments in our relationship and it's all too depressing. When I try to explain to her that this is a shared responsibility and that her destructive stream of ultra negative comments doesn't help, she gets annoyed and/or angry. One of the things she complains about is that we have too many "heavy relationship talks", while she is the one instigating them by putting down what we have nigh constantly and simply not taking any of my emotions into consideration. When I try to cut the conversations short, because I know they annoy her, she'll push to keep it going and afterwards say that "we had another foul evening of talking and that we aren't good together". When we met, her libido was higher than mind. I had just been on serious medication. She knew this in advance, but still felt it necessary to remind me of how unfulfilled she was. By the time my body had recovered its sex drive, her interest in me faded, because amongst other things "my responsible ways reminded her of her parents". When we had sex it was good, but the frequency decreased somewhat and then...
A few months after we were legally married and a week before our actual celebration during her bachelorette party, she cheated on me in our own bed. She didn't get much of a chance to lie, because I immediately knew from her face and our bed. At first she said it was a one time thing and so on, but when she slept with the same guy not two months later, she confessed in stages that she has been seeing him "sexually" for seven years and that she had never been as attracted physically to anyone. She proceeded to tell me how she climaxed when he looked at her and details like that. Having the past I do and loving my wife, I told her that I could forgive an affair if there were no large emotional attachments and if she respected me as her husband and primary partner. I also told her it would be difficult for me and that I would need time to adjust and handle things. That was two months ago. She has seen him thrice since and chats with the guy online nearly every day. It stings like hell, so I am often in a poor mood. Not angry, just sad. And now she blames me for that. She says things like "I thought you were fine with this", "I don't want the fun I have there to be ruined when I come home and you are all depressed", ... No amount of explaining that this hurts, I need time and that one day will be easier for me than another, seems to sway her. She had said she wanted to be just friends on numerous occasions, but when we talk about it, she backs down.
And on other occasions she says I am the most important person in her life and she never wants to lose me. She is so sweet I almost can't help but forgive everything... I keep hoping it will get better and I keep carrying that positive attitude into our marriage, even though I have become more stern and realistic. But I know if things don't change...
Is this just my karma? Does she have borderline personality disorder? Is she just really immature? Or is it as simple as her not wanting me?