When I was 31, my marriage was on the rocks and I considered suicide.
It was shortly after the birth of our second daughter. My husband’s main income-producing customers took their business elsewhere. In oxytocin-induced, breast-feeding bliss at home with our girls, I trusted that he’d recover. But he was in denial regarding the severe downturn in our financial stability, and he recovered neither emotionally nor financially. My bliss shattered.
I went back to work, but the cost of childcare ate into my income. We supplemented with rapidly shrinking savings. Talking with my husband was fruitless; he completely shut down.
To make matters worse, he changed his mind about having a vasectomy. With a three-year-old and a three-month-old and him essentially out of work, I was shocked. We’d long ago decided that two kids would be it. I hadn’t had my tubes tied during my second C-section because he’d promised to get a vasectomy. He gave no explanation for changing his mind. It was a turning point in our marriage.
I’d never been so angry, disappointed, and sad. I actually pondered killing him but realized that, with me in prison, the children would be essentially orphaned. Distraught from the breach of trust, lack of communication, ongoing financial strain, and fatigue, my thoughts turned to suicide. If I killed myself, the kids would still have their dad and I’d be out of my misery. My husband couldn’t fathom my distress.
Fortunately, a dear friend did and recommended a psychiatrist. I met Dr. W, who brought me back from the brink. After several visits, he asked me to invite my husband to a session. At the end of our first joint appointment, he addressed my husband’s skill at appearing present but hiding behind an emotional brick wall. His advice was to get his own therapist to help take down the wall before he worked with us as a couple. With this revelation, I started understanding my distress.
My meetings with Dr. W continued. I learned about “necessary losses” from the author Judith Viorst. I cried—a lot. Two years later, without growth in our marriage, we divorced. The year after that, the court approved my move with the children so I could access educational grants not available locally. This advanced my career and greatly improved our prospects.
I’ve had no suicidal thoughts since. Our daughters are now nearly 43 and 40. Both have solid marriages full of love and trust. And let me tell you about my grandchildren . . .
Virginia Beach, Virginia
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4 thoughts on “My Marriage Was on the Rocks”
I am a former member of Virginia Beach Writers. I understand your pain, for my story duplicates yours. It differs in a common way. My husband didn’t clutch to fidelity. My older daughter is 53 today, and my younger one will be 52 next month. Despite life following its destined journey, I recognize that some of the pain I have continued to schlep around with me deals with the hurts of that marriage. May you fully recover and find joy and peace.
My very best wishes,
Thank goodness for dear friends. You showed strength and courage in getting help and in your decisions. You are a good role model for your daughters.
It’s sad when we give our lives to men who do not deserve us. Thanks for sharing and for your openness’
Thanks, Zakirah. I wouldn’t say he wasn’t deserving- I think he did the best he could at the time. I wish he’d gotten the professional help that might’ve made a difference in our ability to communicate effectively and move forward in our marriage. I wasn’t-and am still not-perfect, either.