not even close
23rd September 2004, 02:41 PM
I'm 29 married 3 years and have a baby who is nearly a year old. Something has been happening over the last 20 weeks, not sleeping (not the baby!), feeling detached and losing interest in things.
I at first put it down to the baby, struggling with the baby, not being able to live up to the pressures that she was bringing and I told my wife. She was very supportive and was always there to help me. She does most of the baby work anyway and works part time and I work full time yet still do the bits I can, bath her, put her to bed, get up in the night and do breakfast.
But as time has gone on, I have realised that it's not really the baby, more so over the last 5 weeks I have realised it's that I don't think I love my wife anymore. Now that's such a bold statement just to say that but it's one that subconciously has destroyed me over this 20 weeks and now I'm on anti-depressants, seeing a counsellor, and basically losing the plot because I've kept these true feelings inside, not wanting to hurt anyone, just myself.
I've just begun to tell my wife that I don't feel close to her and that at the moment I don't want to be there but I am still there because I know it's not fair to leave her with the baby and just to leave her.
The counsellor says I have a control problem, looking in to my past it seems that I have always bailed out on relationships and stuff for some unknown deep down problem that she thinks is related to my mother. This isn't a cop out excuse, I'm still trying to get my head around the fact that I have some 'behavioural problem'.
The other day, after a bad day (I'd been referred to the psych' outpatients just because the doc asked me if I'd ever hurt myself or thought about suicide and I said yes I have and although I don't want to kill myself it's always there as a plan B - these are true feelings what can I say?) any way after this awful emotional day I went home and just cried and cried and told my wife how bad I was feeling about us. After the baby went to bed I just went nuts, shaking, panicking, actually going mental and I just had to leave. I spent the night at my mum's house and whilst I'm back home now I'm just numb.
It's not fair on my wife this, but it's ok to be told, thing's will get better but I can't see it. It's as if my mind has already left the house during that time where I didn't really know what was wrong. And now I can't seem to get it back, I feel like a b**stard, am a b**stard and expect fully to be treated like one.
The spark seems to have gone, and looking back it seems like all we have had for a long time now is just a good friendship. I wish I could explain better but I can't. I'm so confused and feel like I'm cracking up because of guilt, pain, confusion and the feeling of the fact I need to be out of the situation.
There is no one else, I'm not leaping from one situation to another so I can mess it up again, I'm prepared to be really lonely, ousted from everything I have and all the people who respect me.
My wife put's it all down to me being 'ill' at the moment but I feel i've become ill by bottling this up.
I've not had a serious chat about it to her, about the spark gone etc. I don't even want it back, as I said my mind seems to not be at home anymore.
Everytime we do try to talk I end up having a panic attack, pacing up and down and then just going outside for a cigarette.
I'm hopeless, I can't even give her good reasons why I feel like this, I can't even give myself good reasons except this is how I feel. It's feeling that I've tried to push away but can't and I'm scared I'm going to crack up. I'm scared enough that I'm going to ruin everyone's world. The wife I made promises to in good faith. The wife who I can't even kiss anymore let alone any other signs of affection.
Help? or abuse me because that is what I deserve.
I at first put it down to the baby, struggling with the baby, not being able to live up to the pressures that she was bringing and I told my wife. She was very supportive and was always there to help me. She does most of the baby work anyway and works part time and I work full time yet still do the bits I can, bath her, put her to bed, get up in the night and do breakfast.
But as time has gone on, I have realised that it's not really the baby, more so over the last 5 weeks I have realised it's that I don't think I love my wife anymore. Now that's such a bold statement just to say that but it's one that subconciously has destroyed me over this 20 weeks and now I'm on anti-depressants, seeing a counsellor, and basically losing the plot because I've kept these true feelings inside, not wanting to hurt anyone, just myself.
I've just begun to tell my wife that I don't feel close to her and that at the moment I don't want to be there but I am still there because I know it's not fair to leave her with the baby and just to leave her.
The counsellor says I have a control problem, looking in to my past it seems that I have always bailed out on relationships and stuff for some unknown deep down problem that she thinks is related to my mother. This isn't a cop out excuse, I'm still trying to get my head around the fact that I have some 'behavioural problem'.
The other day, after a bad day (I'd been referred to the psych' outpatients just because the doc asked me if I'd ever hurt myself or thought about suicide and I said yes I have and although I don't want to kill myself it's always there as a plan B - these are true feelings what can I say?) any way after this awful emotional day I went home and just cried and cried and told my wife how bad I was feeling about us. After the baby went to bed I just went nuts, shaking, panicking, actually going mental and I just had to leave. I spent the night at my mum's house and whilst I'm back home now I'm just numb.
It's not fair on my wife this, but it's ok to be told, thing's will get better but I can't see it. It's as if my mind has already left the house during that time where I didn't really know what was wrong. And now I can't seem to get it back, I feel like a b**stard, am a b**stard and expect fully to be treated like one.
The spark seems to have gone, and looking back it seems like all we have had for a long time now is just a good friendship. I wish I could explain better but I can't. I'm so confused and feel like I'm cracking up because of guilt, pain, confusion and the feeling of the fact I need to be out of the situation.
There is no one else, I'm not leaping from one situation to another so I can mess it up again, I'm prepared to be really lonely, ousted from everything I have and all the people who respect me.
My wife put's it all down to me being 'ill' at the moment but I feel i've become ill by bottling this up.
I've not had a serious chat about it to her, about the spark gone etc. I don't even want it back, as I said my mind seems to not be at home anymore.
Everytime we do try to talk I end up having a panic attack, pacing up and down and then just going outside for a cigarette.
I'm hopeless, I can't even give her good reasons why I feel like this, I can't even give myself good reasons except this is how I feel. It's feeling that I've tried to push away but can't and I'm scared I'm going to crack up. I'm scared enough that I'm going to ruin everyone's world. The wife I made promises to in good faith. The wife who I can't even kiss anymore let alone any other signs of affection.
Help? or abuse me because that is what I deserve.