G8RSG1
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Here we go,
My wife and I got married on February 8th, 2009. Two days later, she was sent to South Korea for her first duty station with the US Army.
For the first few months, we endured the hardships of being separated, and I even got to visit for a month. After that visit, I went back home, and started the process of dealing with the distance, all over again.
Back in September, I was finally authorized to live here with my wife, and so I moved out here, and we finally began our married life together. Shortly thereafter, we found out that she's pregnant, and we recently learned that it will be a boy! Benjamin Josiah!
Since then, things have been wonderful. Until a few days ago. Now before I explain what happened, let me explain my current medical condition.
I suffer from depression, and was on an anti depressant called Effexor. I was on a rather high dose, and because of that, I was numb to everything. I felt no desire to be affectionate towards my wife, and began to neglect her. I ran out of said medicine a little over a week ago, and went through incredibly bad withdrawl. During that time, I was more angry and impatient with everything, than I have been in my entire life. We went to see a doctor, and he prescribed Zoloft for me, which has done wonders thus far. My mood evened back out, and the effects of the withdrawl disappeared.
Anyway; On Monday night, I learned that she has been swooning over another man she works with, trying desperately to get the affection from him, that I did not give her. Having a history of anger problems, I let it get the best of me and began yelling at her. She told me she would leave the apartment for the night and go sleep in the barracks. As she left, the only words exchanged were " Goodbye." As the night went on, my thoughts got the best of me, and I began convincing myself that she had gone back, to be with this other guy. I quickly got dressed, and went to the barracks to find her, so I could bring her home, and try to work on this. During the cab ride, I become furious at the thought of her with another man, and when I arrived, went straight to his room, and demanded that tell me what was going on. Thankfully, he endured my anger, and informed me that there was nothing going between them, and that he was completely unaware that she was as enamored as she was with him. He and I continued to talk for about an hour, and he even tried to help me find her.
Since then, things have been blown so far out of proportion, I have been absolutely stunned. Her entire chain of command (the people in charge of her) have got she, and themselves convinced that I have been abusing her. They have told her she is no longer allowed to live at home with me, and is to live in the barracks until further notice. The believe that because I came to the barracks, seeking answers about what was going on, that I'm a danger to my wife.
The worst thing about all this, is that I have never laid a hand on my wife. I may have been disrespectful, and neglectful, but that never changed that fact that I love her more than anything, and would cross the sahara for her. She has become blind to everything we have.
So, they brought her back to the apartment the next day, to get some clothes, with an armed escort. As I watched her gather her things, the MP's (Military Police) watched me like hawks. I have never in my life, experienced something so surreal. I felt like I was watching a drama of some sort on TV, that there was no way this could really be happening to me, and my marriage.
Yet, alas, it was happening, and since then, she has done nothing but push me away. I have sat in this apartment, alone, for the duration of this incident. I have had all the time in the world to speak to God, yet I pushed, and fought him for control of the situation.
Last night, after speaking with my father, I finally gave up everything to God. I got onto my hands and knees, and humbled myself before him, and cried out for his help. I have always had a problem with praying out loud, and I have never understood why. Perhaps it was because I was embarrassed or ashamed. Anyway, almost immediately after doing this, I felt an incredible change, in my heart, my mind, and my spirit. I felt all of my faults and wrong doings come to light, and everything that I had done wrong in our marriage thus far, became so incredibly crystal clear to me. I unplugged my TV, and my Xbox, and began reading The Five Love Languages, by Gary Chapman, a book that she has been begging me to read for months. I also found the first chapter of the Love Dare online, which is about Patience. That first chapter jumped out off the pages and smacked me across the face.
As of now, she and I are not talking. She has told me that she needs time to think about what she wants to say to me. I understand that, and yet, at the same time, it's killing me not knowing when I'll talk to her again. At this point, she no longer knows if she wants to be married to me any longer.
I feel as if I'm living the movie Fireproof, only worse. She wants nothing to do with me right now. I have shown her that I have realized everything that I have done wrong, and that I am willing to change everything about me, to better myself. And for the time being, it seems to mean nothing to her.
I won't give up on her, but I feel so alone, and have almost no one in my life to encourage me.
Please help me.....
My wife and I got married on February 8th, 2009. Two days later, she was sent to South Korea for her first duty station with the US Army.
For the first few months, we endured the hardships of being separated, and I even got to visit for a month. After that visit, I went back home, and started the process of dealing with the distance, all over again.
Back in September, I was finally authorized to live here with my wife, and so I moved out here, and we finally began our married life together. Shortly thereafter, we found out that she's pregnant, and we recently learned that it will be a boy! Benjamin Josiah!
Since then, things have been wonderful. Until a few days ago. Now before I explain what happened, let me explain my current medical condition.
I suffer from depression, and was on an anti depressant called Effexor. I was on a rather high dose, and because of that, I was numb to everything. I felt no desire to be affectionate towards my wife, and began to neglect her. I ran out of said medicine a little over a week ago, and went through incredibly bad withdrawl. During that time, I was more angry and impatient with everything, than I have been in my entire life. We went to see a doctor, and he prescribed Zoloft for me, which has done wonders thus far. My mood evened back out, and the effects of the withdrawl disappeared.
Anyway; On Monday night, I learned that she has been swooning over another man she works with, trying desperately to get the affection from him, that I did not give her. Having a history of anger problems, I let it get the best of me and began yelling at her. She told me she would leave the apartment for the night and go sleep in the barracks. As she left, the only words exchanged were " Goodbye." As the night went on, my thoughts got the best of me, and I began convincing myself that she had gone back, to be with this other guy. I quickly got dressed, and went to the barracks to find her, so I could bring her home, and try to work on this. During the cab ride, I become furious at the thought of her with another man, and when I arrived, went straight to his room, and demanded that tell me what was going on. Thankfully, he endured my anger, and informed me that there was nothing going between them, and that he was completely unaware that she was as enamored as she was with him. He and I continued to talk for about an hour, and he even tried to help me find her.
Since then, things have been blown so far out of proportion, I have been absolutely stunned. Her entire chain of command (the people in charge of her) have got she, and themselves convinced that I have been abusing her. They have told her she is no longer allowed to live at home with me, and is to live in the barracks until further notice. The believe that because I came to the barracks, seeking answers about what was going on, that I'm a danger to my wife.
The worst thing about all this, is that I have never laid a hand on my wife. I may have been disrespectful, and neglectful, but that never changed that fact that I love her more than anything, and would cross the sahara for her. She has become blind to everything we have.
So, they brought her back to the apartment the next day, to get some clothes, with an armed escort. As I watched her gather her things, the MP's (Military Police) watched me like hawks. I have never in my life, experienced something so surreal. I felt like I was watching a drama of some sort on TV, that there was no way this could really be happening to me, and my marriage.
Yet, alas, it was happening, and since then, she has done nothing but push me away. I have sat in this apartment, alone, for the duration of this incident. I have had all the time in the world to speak to God, yet I pushed, and fought him for control of the situation.
Last night, after speaking with my father, I finally gave up everything to God. I got onto my hands and knees, and humbled myself before him, and cried out for his help. I have always had a problem with praying out loud, and I have never understood why. Perhaps it was because I was embarrassed or ashamed. Anyway, almost immediately after doing this, I felt an incredible change, in my heart, my mind, and my spirit. I felt all of my faults and wrong doings come to light, and everything that I had done wrong in our marriage thus far, became so incredibly crystal clear to me. I unplugged my TV, and my Xbox, and began reading The Five Love Languages, by Gary Chapman, a book that she has been begging me to read for months. I also found the first chapter of the Love Dare online, which is about Patience. That first chapter jumped out off the pages and smacked me across the face.
As of now, she and I are not talking. She has told me that she needs time to think about what she wants to say to me. I understand that, and yet, at the same time, it's killing me not knowing when I'll talk to her again. At this point, she no longer knows if she wants to be married to me any longer.
I feel as if I'm living the movie Fireproof, only worse. She wants nothing to do with me right now. I have shown her that I have realized everything that I have done wrong, and that I am willing to change everything about me, to better myself. And for the time being, it seems to mean nothing to her.
I won't give up on her, but I feel so alone, and have almost no one in my life to encourage me.
Please help me.....