On the surface my husband is the most perfect being however he is emotionally abusive and its coming 11 years late, it seems as if scales have fallen from my eyes all of a sudden.
Last month if you had asked me I would've gone on and on about how perfect my man and marriage is.
"I gave over all of my power. I lost myself" to this man, going through the love notes and poems I wrote him while we were dating, I realize I have over the years lost my humor, my poetic nature, or is it just what marriage does?
"Someone who lets me be myself, without judgment,Someone I can have adventures with"- I just realized like him I have no life "outside" this marriage, I deliberately chose not to have friends, Ive stopped doing all I love for family time and realized just this month that i do not enjoy family time, I don't even know what makes me happy any more, or is it just what marriage does to you?
To a large extent "I have the freedom and independence to do what I want to do…. or pursuing a
major life goal.However I also feel trapped by the long rules and regulations. "We don't do this in the catholic church", you missed confession, you can't have communion, you missed "ash wednesday" , you can't ………. and the list goes on and on. It irks me a lot that I cannot choose to do my own thing as an adult, or is one of the sacrifices we make in marriage?
Am I just exaggerating or being over-sensitive, everyone pls help me?
This was actually a comment on Angela David's TTRWT post. I deleted it and chose to make it a post instead so that more people could see it and offer advice.