Remaining Committed To My Husband Made Me Depressed

September 26, 2014  |  



By Dr Karen Finn, From YourTango

The groundwork for my divorce was laid before I ever got married.

I turned 19-years old a month before I met the man I would marry just 10 months later. Back then, I used to love to go out to clubs to dance and have a couple of drinks with my friends (the drinking age was 19 where I lived). But, my boyfriend did not drink. He also didn’t dance. So I gave them both up. They seemed like little things to forfeit at the time. And yet this was exactly when I started laying the groundwork for my divorce.

I was raised in a family that would drop a well placed expletive when we were frustrated or excited. “Sh*t” is a rather multi-purpose word it turns out. But, my boyfriend did not curse. So I gave up that way of expressing myself. At the time, it seemed like just a little thing.

A couple of months before our wedding, I suddenly had a deep knowing that I shouldn’t marry this man. (And this was not pre-wedding jitters.) But, you know what? I talked myself out of that deep knowing. In my 19-year-old brain, I rationalized that I had to marry him no matter what my inner wisdom said because I’d given him my word that I would. I reasoned that keeping my word was the most important thing I could do. I believed that ignoring my innate knowing was just a little thing to sacrifice in order to keep my word.

After we were married, I continued to make a long string of small changes that denied who I was. I justified each of these as being just another little thing (the compromises of partnership perhaps). The problem was that all of these little changes added up to a very large hole. And in that cavernous space, I could hear the echo growing ever louder of my inner voice telling me: this marriage wasn’t right for me. The marriage was slowly but steadily chipping away at me. But I had given my word, so I just kept going. After all, we were fairly well off, almost never argued and I was able to pursue my education. I would eventually graduate with my Ph.D., land a plum job, and teach a class at a major university as an adjunct professor. Life was looking pretty “fine”, wasn’t it?

Then, after 5 years of living this way, out of the blue, I started having panic attacks. Amazingly, at the time, I didn’t understand the fear underlying my panic. Now, of course, I can look back and see the real me sounding the alarm, scared that she was going to die.

But I didn’t even let the panic attacks stop me. No, sir! I had given my word “until death do us part” so I continued to stuff my rising fear (along with just about every other emotion I had) and began pasting a smile on my face every day. This was my new strategy. Fake it ’til ya make it.

Despite the ridiculous forces smile on my face and my outward efforts to hold my life together, my body started to fall apart inside (those repressed emotions take their toll) and catastrophe started to assault my world over and over. In a span of just 4 years, I developed TMJ so severe I was unable to open my mouth more than a few millimeters for months and months. I was in so much pain that I could barely speak, chew, or open my eyes. I spent months on a liquid diet and ground my way through at least 2 “non-destructible” bite guards while I slept.

After I started to recover, I was then in a car accident that compressed my spine and made it difficult for me to sit for more than a few minutes at a time. I had meetings at work where I was laying on the floor with my feet up in a chair. It looked weird, but I could be productive. I was that determined to make everything work and convince the world that my life was “fine”.

Next, our beloved dog died of bladder cancer. Then, I had a miscarriage. But I was left alone in my tremendous grief because to my husband, everything was fine, he didn’t want kids any way. The next year, just 10 days before Christmas, my sister died unexpectedly. She was only 32 and I was inconsolable. But again, I was alone in my grief.

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  • Really…

    Im so happy these days! When my fat azz lil dyck ex husband finally left, it was the happiest day if my life! I stopped sleeping with him a decade ago because his teeny lil pipe mad me sick…yuck! No satisfaction at all! Yuck! Im re-branding myself and I’ve fixed up things and i couldnt be happier. Ladies, when the dyck is little, when he has no goals, dreams or any ambition, when he think is fat azz his handsome, when he is broke…run. Run like hell and never ever look back! A lil dyck will never ever make u happy. Two struggles…broke as hell and a lil dyck

  • Guest

    So the TMJ and the car accident were because of your marriage? What type of sh*t?

    • anonymouse

      It was like that she blamed her husband for everything that went wrong in her life. I bet he’s equally as happy to be done with her. Nobody deserves a half of a spouse.

  • MyTwoCents

    Women are often expected to concede and make concessions in a relationship, so given the fact that the author was 19/20 and made changes to make the relationship work is not unusual. I don’t know that its reasonable to expect that everything one does or says it going to be cheered on my a mate. I think we learn as we get older, what concessions are necessary to be on accord with our mate and which are deal breakers. Initially, that inner voice seems quiet, but anything that keeps repeating itself needs to be looked at more closely. Anyway, if you want this kind of compatibility, it means putting in the time and the work to “look deep before you leap” (ala Judge Mablean Ephriam)

    • anonymouse

      Most of the time, women take those obligations on without any prompting from their men. I bet if you asked her husband, he would say that he didn’t even ask her to do any of those things.

  • Lady

    I hope things work out for you. I can relate to your article in many ways, I have changed so much since being married that I feel as though I have literally died. I love my family and I am in the process of trying to revive myself.

  • Shawndrea Rachelle

    Wow, that escalated quickly…

  • Live and Learn

    Oh well. You two should have had premarital counseling and you should have trusted your gut and not married him.

    • anonymouse

      IKR? all of that whining about something that she didn’t wanna do anyways!