I don’t recall a time ever thinking I wouldn’t get married. It was only a matter of when and who. Obviously societal and religious indoctrination from a young age.
My parents’ terrible marriage didn’t even register an ounce that maybe I shouldn’t get married. For most of my childhood they yelled at each, then my mom had an affair (which our whole small town knew about), and my dad slept in a small room in the basement. When I was 17 she divorced my dad and left us to live with my sister (she eventually married the guy she was cheating with once he got divorced. Then she cheated on him too).
But like many here have said, you tell yourself this was just an aberration — marriage was true happiness, you just have to find the right one. Movies, TV, music, church sermons told me so.
So at 22 I got married to a beautiful Christian 18-year-old girl who was a virgin (I was not, having ‘sinned’ a couple times). With the benefit of hindsight, it was a good marriage for the first few years and my only experience with what I would consider actual love.
Unfortunately, female biology and outside forces always fvck a good thing up. Her mom was truly crazy and started the feminist brainwashing on her which eventually started sinking in. After our first child, she got very post-partum and never really shook it off. The bi-polar cycles became longer and deeper. Once our two kids were in school, she wanted to go back to college and finish her degree. Seemed like a great idea at the time. She was a stay-at-home mom, and I figured it might break her out of her constant funks. Plus she could get a job and contribute to household.
Well….in reality that was the beginning of the end. I had no idea the feminist brainwashing that awaited at college. Plus, she was still young and pretty thus started getting a LOT of attention from the guys. She liked the thrill of the attention and started working out regularly . . . Then SURPRISE she had an affair.
The marriage blew up, but I tried to stay for the kids. Lasted about 5 years after the fact. She was still crazy and now a cheater, and it p~~~ed me off that she would work out and look good for Chad, but once that fling ended she let herself go and put on about 25 pounds. (I was keeping myself in top shape for military).
After being gone 6 months for military duty, I came back to the pyscho chubby wife and realized I really enjoyed not being around her. So I moved out and tried to end the marriage on amicable terms. She nuked me in the courts with extreme prejudice.
During the year-long divorce, I met my second wife. My assumption was still “I just married the wrong one.” My second pressured me into getting married and I was like “why not?” She was fun, pretty and there was LOTS of sex. And I still had it in my brain that I was SUPPOSED to be married.
So two months after my first divorce I was married again. Oh boy, my second made me regret it quickly. She flipped from fun and domesticated to raging bitch like a light switch. Sex was still good because she was a nympho. It actually started to make sex be a chore when she was wanting it 2 or 3 times a day.
After a year of her bitching and her burning through my cash and credit like a diabetic in a candy store, I pulled the plug on that one. Finally it started to register that maybe I had been fed lies about marriage.
"You don't know a woman till you have met her in divorce court."
fqndun 2 months, 4 weeks ago.
