My Six year old Marriage died a heavy and painful death. I mean, with all what I did, hmm, its death was even shameful.
But Today, I want to share with you one of those ‘killers’ of my marriage and maybe it is acting somewhere right now too?
You’re probably wondering what next right? I do enjoy sharing my divorce related stuffs with you all and what happened in the most ‘darkest’ of avenues, and all!
Lack of Communication
A quick re-cap?
Hm, I got married for all the wrong reasons and love wasn’t one of them. All I was looking for was a refuge!
He wasn’t kind to me but I too, did a lot of damage. I was an adulterous wife, a ‘shameful and disgraceful” trophy to own but one that needs to be spoken about.
Now to this post.
My ex-husband was an abusive man. He barely ‘discussed’ anything with me. We were not partners, best friends, lovers or anything. Oh no, we were like ‘Master and Servant’. He barked orders and instructions. He was not physically abusive but he was mentally. He knew I loved conversations and he chose to withhold those from me.
When we were with friends or family, we would converse as a group and even with each other. Yet, when it was just the two of us, there was no communication. No discussion. No conversation.
And so it was for the six years we were married – minimum conversations with my ex.
We started off by barely spending time alone either always on the go or there were other people around whenever he was home. Either side of the family often paid us announced or unannounced visits. Friends, mostly his, did the same and often stayed on till I went to bed.
I will never forget the day I gave birth to our second son and he came to see our baby more than six hours after I had called him to say I had given birth. When he finally turned up, he was with friends, which was fine, but when they finally decided to leave, my ex-husband said he was going to see them off and only returned around 11 pm. I was distraught. The next day, it was my cousin and my first son who came to pick me from the hospital. We had to hire a cab because my ex had gone on a trip.
Anyway, by that time, I had made up my mind to leave the marriage and was just thinking of what to do with my sons.
Dear Gentle Followers of mine, you could read more on this post at the Noble Divorce Magazine and sure it would be a pleasure to read your comments or see you share the story…