Some of you may remember the thread I wrote about the collapse of my marriage a few months ago. I have periodically shown up on this site since to post a bit but chances are what I'm about to say will just be more of the same old broken record, dead horse beating.
It's been almost three months since my wife left me. A few days before Christmas she served me with annulment papers claiming I defrauded her by promising children and then reneging. In the two months after she left I tried desperately to get her back some way, any way and in spite of all the advice I received from family, friends and forums like this on what to do, I broke all the rules. I texted, IMed and emailed constantly, I begged and pleaded my case and when she so resolutely stonewalled me I got angry, vindictive and spewed lots of nasty, hateful things that did nothing to further my cause.
I have since tried my best to move on. I signed up on Eharmony and so far met one woman though I don't suspect a relationship will ever build out of what is turning into a "friend zone" situation. I met another woman on OKcupid and while we had sex within days of meeting I'm not attracted to her and in no way intend to develop a relationship with her. I feel very guilty about the encounter too because I didn't go into it intending to deceive her, I thought she was a very nice woman and at the same time I believed that a little action would help in the healing process. But it didn't. It just made me miss my now ex-wife even more.
I'm still out of work. I have exhausted all my avenues for possible employment and I am stuck in my apartment day after day with nothing to do. I take horrible pictures and while I have been rated at least a 7 on the looks scale by some female friends of mine in pictures I rate far lower, thereby decreasing my chances of success via dating/relationship sites. Every single day I think about what happened between Jenn and I, the things that I could have done differently to try and salvage the relationship as well as the things I could have done even earlier on to not even cause the brief marriage to start down the slippery slope it eventually reached. I'm such a fool! I should have seen the signs. I should have acted earlier, smarter, more maturely, but I didn't. I missed everything that any other man would have surely picked up on.
And now she's gone forever. I still love her with all my heart but she doesn't care for me in the least. And this infuriates me to no end. She spent two months fighting me, berating me, pushing me away using any manner of scathing personal attacks for the express purposes of solidifying her position of, "I'm never coming back to you." She guilted me into believing it was all my fault every single day when in the end she finally said something that sort of has me believing all along she left because I wasn't smart enough for her. I wasn't mature enough for her. I wasn't the grown, responsible, self-sufficient man she seemed to believe I was though at no point in the years we were together did I ever try to convey this false impression.
And I will never have back what I had. Every day is just one day less in my life and one day less I will get to experience the only thing in this life I have ever cared to experience: an everlasting relationship bonded by a love that doesn't falter, doesn't wane and doesn't fade. I am almost 31, my life has gone nowhere and now without Jenn there is no reason for me to even bother building a life. She was the only reason that existed in my reality to try and be any kind of productive member of society and now she's out living her life, HAPPY to be rid of me. "How dare she!" is all I can feel about that. I pledged my life to her, and she pledged her's to me and I don't believe any reason on Earth should exist to break that. And yet, she went back on her word and now she's happy and I'm not.
Maybe I'm jealous that she got what she wanted. I really don't know. Part of me would love nothing more than to somehow take an active role in seeing to it she never experiences joy again. Another part of me has been fantasizing about keeping tabs on her for the next few years then, if she ever gets engaged again, showing up to her wedding unannounced and ruining her new chance at happiness in a very unexpected and violent manner I dare not elaborate on.
But that's crazy talk! I know I would never do that. I love her. I should be happy for her if she gets married, right? Seriously? I should be happy that she left me a lonely, broken and now potentially insane man because her marriage to me wasn't the story book fairytale she believed it would be? I had a ridiculously mundane and low paying job when I met her and I had the same job when I married her. Now I have NO job and when I do find one it won't be any better. What woman in their right mind would want to waste any of their time with a very average looking man who doesn't make a lot of money and will most likely never be able to afford his own home? At this point, vengeance feels the only acceptable option. Coming to terms with the lack of reason for my own life and then f***ing up her life as much as possible sort of feels like the only logical course of action because, again, that "how dare she!" feeling comes over me again.
But again, crazy talk. Insanity. I share these thoughts with you all here on the board because I don't hold back. Not in any situation in life. I'm not afraid of what I feel, or think or say and hopefully no one here will be. Hopefully it will be seen as mere conjecture without action because I know other broken hearted people, driven to the brink, have surely felt similar feelings of anger, resentment and potential psychotic episodes. I know I'm not the only one, right? Cheated out of happiness, revenge feels like not only the best option but the ONLY option for to me for if I let her get away with doing this to me then I am a weak man. She wins, I lose and I would forever have to live the rest of my life regretting what I screwed up while she gets away cleanly. But if I can emotionally scar her for life, leave her with memories as painful as the ones I now live with every day, then I win.
But again, it's all just crazy talk. It's 7:30 in the morning, I haven't slept in about two days and I needed a venue to vent my feelings. It would be appreciated if nobody really takes me too seriously, I've also been drinking. And smoking. And some other mind altering things I'd care not to reveal. I don't know what to do. I don't want all these horrific, violent thoughts to come to pass and become reality. I was a good man once. I was an honest and hard working member of society, sound of mind and body. But I built all that on a weak foundation. I built it all on what I believed would be the everlasting love of a woman who ended up forsaking me, casting me aside like garbage and essentially leaving me to die in the desert of loneliness, starving, dehydrated and eventually picked apart by the vultures of guilt, anger, jealousy and psychosis.
I'm tired of being told the old cliches. "Time heals all wounds." "There's plenty of fish in the sea." And any of the other dozens of phrases meant to somehow bandage this gaping wound in my heart. Time does nothing but accentuate what I lost and when you're a fisherman with no pole, no bait and not even a boat there's very few kinds of fish you can reliably catch. Maybe the occasional stupid ones that wash themselves on the shore, but how often does that really happen? And would you really want to eat a fish so stupid?
What the Hell happened to me?