Posted by:
generationofvipers
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Date: March 20, 2015 10:25AM
I did everything for her. I thought she was perfect. She seemed so honest. She always talked about how important honesty was and demanded I tell her everything about my past and present. She told me she was a virgin from a great family, respected and loved in her community. She had been a model student and great contributor to society. The only unpleasantry in her past was that she was bullied a little when she was younger and that made her pretty touchy. She got really prickly and took any suggestions very personally. We disagreed a little on her views of marriage equality, since she was against it and I was for it, but she had her strong opinions that had been confirmed by a personal witness, she said. I did everything I could for her, worked constantly, sacrificed my time and gave up a lot of things that I would have liked to be doing. Even though I thought she was a little weird I knew she was the best woman in the whole world. We all have our faults, right?
But last year when I was cleaning our closet I came across some letters she had receieved and journals she had written. I couldn't process what I was seeing at first. I thought it must be a mistake, a joke, a trick, or something. I felt terribly guilty for reading them, but I couldn't help it. She was no virgin before we were married. She had had many, many others. I wouldn't really have cared, but she had lied to me about that on countless occasions. But since our marriage she had cheated on me many times. And that wasn't the worst of it. She had been caught stealing, arrested for embezzlement, convicted of defrauding people. Who was this woman? She had even been convincingly implicated in several murders. The language she used in her journals was awful, very upsetting. Racist, homophobic, frankly disgusting at times, but all with a sanctimonious tone that seemed almost psycopathic compared to the hatred she was spewing.
I confronted her about the journals, about things I had read and seen with my own eyes. She lied to my face. Worse, she became angry at me. She threatened me. She told me that our kids loved her better and she would take the from me if I made a problem for her. She told me that my own mother and father would take her side. I didn't believe her. But I was wrong. They not only took her side, they threatened to cut me off, told me I was being a very evil person, that I was trying to ruin my family. I told them about the journals and letter, tried to show them the words she had written, but they made excuses and wouldn't even look.
I came to doubt, not only my wife, but EVERYTHING. Was the love of my wife, even in the past, real? The love of my parents? The connection I had with my children? Was there any such thing as love or truth or was it all just people doing what served their wants? Most of all I doubted myself, couldn't trust my own judgment. If I could have been played like that for so long, if my spouse could look at me as disposable, if even my own flesh and blood could threaten to cut me off, what good could I be?
So now I hate her. I see her for what she is. Every word she speaks sounds phony. All her pretentions are offensive to me. She tells me she is changing, but I don't care. I don't believe it. I have seen her in action. I go through the motions of marriage, giver her my money, even sleep with her, but it is loathsome to me. I never tell her I love her. One day I will be strong enough to divorce her. I keep hoping my family will see who she really is and stop defending her and attacking me.
Of course you have guessed by now that the "spouse" in the post is LDS inc.