5.5 years ago, my 1st husband died. In my grief and loneliness, I rushed into a marriage that I now deeply regret.
I married a man who is finds fault with everything I do or say. Nothing, and I do mean nothing, I do is right. I don't wash the dishes right. I don't do the laundry right. I'm to sensitive. I'm to critical. I'm to negative. I'm not a good cook. It's like Chinese water torture. A constant drip of criticism and negativity that has gone on since the day we married.
Why haven't I left? Because, he has cancer. If I divorce him he will lose his health insurance and without treatment will die. How can I possibly do that to another human being.
I've tried talking to him. Any attempt to bring up an issue is met with anger and the statement, "Why are you always trying to start something!"
I'm tip toeing through my life. Trying so hard to avoid an argument. But I'm dying inside.... a little more everyday.
I wonder if there are others out there like me searching for somebody to talk to. To be honest about how miserable they are and how empty their lives have become.