Tomorrow is Mr. L.'s appointment with the therapist, and I am planning on taking part in it. (I've told that to Mr. L., and he did not object; I think he'd rather I bring up the subject of a referral to a private psychiatrist so that he won't have to do it.)
My thinking about our relationship has finally crystallized, and the first sign I saw of it came immediately after the wedding ceremony. The wedding party went from the sanctuary directly into the pastor's office. When we got in there, Mr. L. immediately sat down in a chair in a far corner of the room while the wedding party congratulated me--alone. I got the weirdest feeling that I had just gotten married alone.
Well, littermates, that is exactly what happened. I am married; he is not. I am his wife; he is not my husband. My life has changed drastically as a result of marrying him; his life has not changed at all. The first thing out of his mouth when I tell him about something that bothers me is, "My parents never minded that." When I have discussed with him the possibility of divorce, he launches into his perceptions of his sister's responsibility to take care of him. He is still his parents' son and his sister's brother, but he has never become my husband.
This is what I will tell him tomorrow in the presence of the therapist. If he replies, as he usually does when I express dissatisfaction about our relationship, that no one ever taught him how to be a husband, I will tell him that now is the time to learn. I will tell him that I am no longer willing to live like this, and that there are two alternatives: either he will become my husband, or I will stop being his wife.
Posted 2 years ago by Leeny #