Life is linear.
I know this, and it is what is going to kill our marriage. Life IS linear, and who my wife was back then, the circumstances of how we came together, how she treated me as a boyfriend and a fiance and even as a husband, it all matters. Life is linear. The only way our marriage could survive is if it wasn't, but it is.
Here's a very long fleshing out of our origin story. Feel free to skip, I am writing it out for my benefit, to vent, to get it on paper. But this is why I don't think I can make us work.
My wife and I met in January 2004, 15 years ago, in college. I was shy and always had my head down and headphones on, but she started talking to me before a class we had together. We became friends, and pretty quickly, if not immediately, I developed a crush on her.
She never developed a crush on me. She continued casually hooking up with guys while we grew closer as friends. We went to Tijuana together, ended up grinding and making out on the dance floor (a trend with her, I have come to realize) and I thought my dreams were coming true. Instead, she told me "we're not having sex", and we didn't, and we didn't start dating in any formal way. But I thought we were 'a thing' at that point. I thought what happened meant something.
I went to a friend's place in another state that spring break and spent the whole trip dreaming about her and planning on what to buy her to bring back and show her how much I loved her. I don't remember what I settled on, because as soon as I got back she told me how she hooked up with this douchebag guy she shared a class with. She first lied (notice another trend?) and minimized what happened, but then let it slip that they actually performed oral on each other.
I was devastated. It felt like being cheated on back then, even though we weren't formally together. I gave her an ultimatum, that I couldn't just be friends with her, that I needed an exclusive dating relationship with her or I couldn't remain friends. She at first told me no, that she wasn't ready to commit to dating, but then changed her mind about a week later. We became a couple.
Our relationship was born with me feeling rejected and then pitied, and her feeling unready to commit and without ever having had a crush or sexual attraction for me. I should have never moved forward with dating her, but I was in love with her and I wanted to be the guy who got the girl, for once. Everything about how we got together was a huge red flag and it bothers me to this day.
But instead, I jumped in and we dated and things were great. Our sex life was great. Our connection was great. She needed help, and I loved helping. I didn't know the extent of her issues back then, but I knew I wanted to be the guy to solve them and heal her and make her better. If I knew what a toll it would take on me, I would never make that decision again.
We ended up dating long distance for a year and we remained madly in love. Love is easy when it's pure fantasy, which is basically what we had. Constant phone calls, constant pining, wild sex once a month or so when we saw each other. It was like an affair.
Then she moved out to start the rest of our life together, and everything changed. Real life was hard. She didn't get a good job, or any job. I was still in school, so she was alone a lot. When we were together, I didn't give her the amount of attention she desired. Our relationship never got really bad, but it wasn't a fantasy any more.
Then she starts her retail job, and becomes part of the "cool kids club" like she always does, and starts wanting to go out with them on weekends. I don't want to join, it's not my thing, but I let her go because I trust her. She immediately takes the opportunity to leave the night club with her AP and go to fuck him, without even thinking about me or feeling any guilt. Pure selfishness. He was the opposite of me, and she treated him the opposite of how she treated me. She had a huge crush on him, and was a willing participant in sex as soon as it was presented.
She continues with him even after getting walked in on with him by another person. She wasn't able to walk away from the high, the attraction, the endorphins, whatever. She finally gets caught by me, but lies her way out of it and greatly minimized what happened.
I was incredibly co-dependent back then and bought her lies, because I wanted to believe it. Mostly, I was terrified of being single and starting over. I regret how I acted back then enormously. I had a chance to push, to find the truth, and to leave her when there wasn't much to walk away from, but I took the easy way out, put on blindfolds and covered my ears. Fuck me, I hate that I did that.
After the affair, while we're engaged, she goes on a trip to England with a friend and spends a day on a "date" with a random dude who hit on her while walking around town. She spends the whole day with him, smokes pot with him, let's him buy her a drink at a pub, and then ends up having to run away from him when he aggressively tried to get her to go back to his apartment at the day's conclusion. Shocker. This is how she acted as my fiancee, and after taking part in her affair and claiming she could never do something like that again. She truly had no respect for me at all. She welcome any and all attention from any male that gave it to her.
Sometime around this same time, she also has a heart-to-heart about cheating on me with another guy she worked with at the time while drinking at a happy hour together. She shared with him the truth of what she did, which she hid from me for my whole life. She let's him drive her home from the bar, and then gets propositioned by him in our driveway. She turns him down, but says to him, "besides, isn't flirting more fun anyway?" No respect. Pure selfishness. This asshole was in attendance at my wedding. That kills me.
My wife worked out a lot back then and formed a
"clique" with some workout buddies (because again, she always has to feel like she part of the cool kids). This crew was practically all woman, with the exception of one guy who loved to hang around them and be charming and witty. And of course he was in great shape.
My wife and I walked into a coffee shop once and he was sitting at a table alone. When we said hi, my wife started sweating profusely, her whole body practically liquefying, beads pouring down her face. I have never seen anything like it, before or since. She has admitted to me she had a crush on him and she felt embarrassed by it, but swears that nothing physical with him ever happened. She has passed a poly, but I still have my doubts. I have never seen anything like that in my life.
I hated this guy because of how obvious it was to me that my wife had a crush on him. Later on, I had to actually fight with me wife (then fiancee) not to invite him and this group of friends to our wedding. She wanted them all there, they were her people, her buds. Meanwhile, she failed to notice or take into consideration that they made me feel insecure, uncool, and not part of the group. I resented her for that. I resent her even more now, knowing that she was aware of her feelings for him.
This all happens BEFORE we're even married. I had the most wayward of girlfriends, and I was oblivious to almost all of it. She hid 95% of it from me.
What's clear to me now is that she had no passion for me in the early stages of our relationship. She denies this but the proof is in the fucking pudding. She used me for how good I made her feel, but never really committed to me. She acted like she was single every chance she got. She flirted, she indulged, she had an affair, she had another near-affair, she had inappropriate conversations, had crushes, put herself in inappropriate situations, etc, etc, etc. That is who she was.
If my wife had any strength of character, she would have broken up with me instead of cheating back then. She should have recognized her lack of passion for me and moved on. But she wanted to have her cake and eat it too, and so she did. And now we have this great big life to lose, instead of just a two year relationship that really was never built on much of anything than stubbornness (mine) and selfishness (hers), if we’re being honest.
I always hated and resented my wife for the hookup that happened right when I thought we were getting together, and I always harbored a lot of pain and anger around "the kiss" with her AP that she lied to me about for 12 years. Now, with all of this new knowledge that I've detailed above, I simply don't have it in me to live with this all as a part of our past. Life is linear. It's true.
My wife can do all the work in the world, but none of it will change that she was a gigantic piece of shit back then, and that our relationship is built on a whole lot of negative emotions for me. Rejection. Lack of passion. Cheating. Humiliation. Emasculation.
I don't have any doubt that my wife of today loves me a whole lot, and finds me attractive, and enjoys sex with me a great deal, and wants to be with me more than anything in the world. The problem is, she is also that girlfriend that treated me like shit. I can't be with that person. It's not my fault that she dragged that shitty old girlfriend into the present timeline and built this life we have on top of that awful foundation. I hate her for doing that, for convincing herself that if she only showed me her best parts, then her worst parts wouldn't matter. They fucking matter a lot.
What should have happened is that we should have broken up 12 years ago, or never been together in the first place. Instead, here we are, with a lot to lose and two innocent kids caught in the middle.
I want to find someone who loves me passionately from the get go, not after a long, slow burn and years of treating me like an afterthought. I want a relationship that doesn't have such a painful foundation upon which it was built. I want a relationship whose future won't be littered with triggers and bad memories. My wife can't give me any of those things.
Someone, anyone, please convince me I'm wrong.