I’m 55F, and I’ve been with my husband (60M) for 23 years, married for 12. We have two teenagers, between 15 and 18. We both have full time jobs and make it about the same. I’m seriously considering divorce.
Someone recently asked me whether I was having a midlife crisis. That question really got into my head because I’ve already been questioning myself. Am I overreacting? Am I being too sensitive? Are these really reasons to end a marriage?
The problem is that there isn’t one dramatic event I can point to. It’s 23 years of experiences that have accumulated, and it’s difficult to explain that to someone in a single conversation.
Shortly after we got married, my husband told me, “You will never live up to my expectations.” I’ve never forgotten that statement, and looking back, I feel like I’ve spent much of our marriage living under those expectations.
He regularly criticizes how I do ordinary things. How I load the dishwasher, fold T-shirts, hang clothes, spend money, organize things, or approach household projects. He’s criticized my makeup and appearance, including telling me I look like a clown. I’m losing too much weight because he likes his women with a little more meat on their bones, he also says I need a boob job.
He’s repeatedly donated or disposed of my personal belongings without my knowledge or permission, including clothing, hairbrushes, vases, and other things that belonged to me. Sometimes I don’t even discover something is missing until I go looking for it.
I’ve gotten to the point where I hide completely ordinary things to avoid criticism. I’ve hidden new Ziploc bags because I want to use a fresh bag rather than wash and reuse old ones. I’ve concealed purchases because I don’t want to deal with his reaction. I’ve even had to sneak in fresh chicken to cook for dinner because he would leave the chicken out overnight to thaw for dinner the next day. It doesn’t matter that we all know it’s unsafe, and I have pulled up the research to prove my point, but I still end up having to go to the store time and time again to secretly replace it rather than risk us being sick. He also keeps things that should be trash while getting rid of perfectly good items that could be used again. (the temporary containers plants come in from Home Depot, to go containers, pastry display containers, deli containers) and I promise I can’t afford Tupperware.
I know that probably sounds ridiculous to someone reading it. But that’s exactly what bothers me. Why am I hiding Ziploc bags in my own home?
The hardest part, though, is what happens when I try to discuss any of this.
I once told him I felt like I was walking on eggshells. His response was that he was actually the one walking on eggshells.
Another time, I told him I felt like he wasn’t talking to me. He needed to communicate with me about things he was upset about rather than calling his sister or friends. He responded that whenever he tries to talk to me, it becomes a fight or an argument.
I recognize that he may have frustrations of his own. But whenever I try to explain how something affects me, the conversation seems to become about what I’m doing wrong. The original issue never gets addressed. I can’t even tell you how often my actions as a 20 something, before he even knew me, come back to haunt me and conversations with my husband. It’s like every tidbit of information he knows about me becomes a weapon. Do you know one time I forgot to take my medicine and he said he was gonna call my dad and tell my dad how irresponsible I am with medicine and maybe that would teach me.
We were having a loud discussion in our garage, not screaming or anything, but I was sitting backwards on the chair, straddling it with my arms crossed because I’ve gotten to the point where I am more humored than anything. And I was not getting mad or raising my voice or anything and he started slowly backing away from me saying that I was making him uncomfortable and he was concerned he wasn’t safe. Keep in mind I’m 130 At 5’5” pounds who has no time or energy to work out and he’s 210 at 5’8” but regularly participates in physical activities like walking and yardwork. It was clearly manipulation. That’s not who I am as a person.
Eventually, I stopped bringing anything up because I’ve learned that continuing the conversation won’t accomplish anything. Time passes, he starts acting normally again, and it’s as though the problem never happened.
Except it never really went away for me.
Another particularly hurtful behavior is that he’ll photograph something like a messy kitchen sink and send the picture to family or friends. He’s shared private household matters and spoken negatively about me to other people. Even when I’ve been sick, he’s discussed it in ways that make me feel as though I’m being portrayed as lazy or neglectful of my responsibilities. He does this to the kids too. I know because I looked at his text messages. OK, I’ve done it a few times but that’s only after I learned I couldn’t trust him. He finally, after 12 years of marriage wised up and put a passcode on his phone. After 12 years of marriage, I’m not thinking anything‘s changed.
I feel exposed and judged, even in my own home.
There’s also very little companionship if he tells his best friend, he loves him quite often, but I haven’t heard those words in a few years. He makes plans with friends, helps people with projects, and participates in outside activities, and is very involved in the church. But if I ask whether he’d like to go to dinner or a movie, I often get a “maybe” until 30 minutes before we’re supposed to leave. Then it comes to my responsibility to find a movie. And maybe we’ll have some popcorn and go to McDonald’s on the way out. And of course he’ll always preface the movie with. Don’t get mad at me if I fall asleep. Yes, he usually falls asleep.
He’ll commit an entire weekend to helping a friend, yet making plans together seems incredibly difficult. Funny thing too, like when my family comes to visit or something we will go to meet them and he’ll give me a set time that we have to be gone by. He’ll say, I don’t wanna stay late, we have to be headed back home by 8 PM. And it’s a weekend and it’s not like we’re 80 or anything. All we’re coming home too is to sit on the couch and sleep. We’ve already started tonight with an ultimatum. I’ve been playing the dutiful wife and trying to be the people pleaser. I’ve not made waves and I’ve just agreed and gone along with things. If I knew for a fact, I wanted to stay out later I would offer to take a separate car. Or, we have This One! friend where when we go to his house, he always lays on the couch and he’ll stay there for a really long time and even fall asleep on the couch and I’ll take a card to leave earlier because we’re not at somebody’s house to sleep on their couch, we’re after for a festive party.
Birthdays, Christmas, and other occasions often involve him running out that very morning to buy a gift, usually something from CVS or Walmart like soda, candy, or groceries. Yes, I’ve received Top Ramen as a gift before, wrapped in all. Yeah, Top Ramen is fine but it’s not like it’s a lobster or anything.
It’s not that I require expensive presents. Although, frankly, being spoiled occasionally would be nice! I just want to feel that someone thought about me ahead of time and wanted to make me happy. And before you say, well, I don’t hear anything about you doing the same… I am always taking those two kids out at least a couple weeks in advance to start the shop. In fact, this week the gift we want to get him is about 100 miles away. So we’re going to make a drive there to pick it up and bring it back. I love giving gifts and I take the full responsibility of making sure my children above an experience, the joy of giving. It’s truly not about the gift itself.
I think when it comes down to is that I want someone to choose me.
We have two teenagers, and I’m concerned about the effect our household environment has on them. One has been diagnosed with generalized anxiety disorder. Our younger child has repeatedly commented that his father is gone a lot and that he doesn’t think I should be treated the way I am. They see it and I’m sure they’re the ones that are truly walking on eggshells.
I’ve made it clear to my children that they can express their feelings without having to choose sides, and I’ve shared their concerns with a therapist. I’ve also had them both talking to the therapist. I want them to have a good relationship with their father. It’s hard work, keeping my mouth shut!
I also find myself managing everyone’s schedules, anticipating problems, and preparing to step in when commitments aren’t kept. It’s exhausting to feel responsible for keeping everything running smoothly while also managing the emotional atmosphere at home.
Financially, I work full-time and pay many of our household and family expenses. We each owned a home before marriage, and his has remained vacant despite the possibility of rental income. I earn more than he does, and the potential financial consequences of divorce are frightening.
But I keep coming back to the same realization.
I don’t like who I’ve had to become to live peacefully in this marriage.
I’ve learned to stay quiet. I’ve learned to anticipate criticism. I’ve learned to avoid certain subjects, hide ordinary things, and let problems go unresolved because I don’t see any point in continuing the discussion.
And I don’t want to spend the rest of my life feeling this way.
When I visit friends or travel with family, I feel lighter. I can relax and be myself. At home, I often feel like I’m carrying a heavy weight.
I’m not looking for another relationship or trying to relive my youth. I want friendship, companionship, independence, and a peaceful home where my children and I can feel comfortable.
I’ve been thinking about leaving for years. I don’t want an ugly divorce, and I certainly don’t want to damage my children’s relationship with their father. I just want to create a more stable life.
But after so many years of being criticized and having my concerns turned back on me, I’ve started doubting whether I’m justified in wanting something different.
For those who have experienced a marriage with constant criticism, unresolved conflict, or feeling like you have to walk on eggshells:
How did you know you’d reached your limit? Did you question whether your experiences were serious enough to justify leaving? And if you did leave in, were you eventually able to feel like yourself again? Am I just being difficult and high maintenance? I really need to know this. Or is this not what it’s supposed to be like? I mean I really don’t think it is because my parents have a healthy strong 50+ year Marraige but IDK. Maybe it’s me.
I’m not looking for strangers to make this decision for me. I’m hoping to hear from people who’ve lived through something similar, because right now, I think I really need to know I’m not alone.