by Angie
(California)
Hi, well my story is very long so please bear with me. I am 26 yrs old, I married my high school sweetheart when I was 21 yrs old, at first everything was fine, we were both happy and in love or so I thought. Until in 2009, everything went to hell!
Well it all started back in Sept. '09 when he started acting really weird, he was very distant and very mean to me. Like I said we have been together since high school, since I was 15 yrs old and he was 16 yrs old, so since the day we met we had been inseparable. We used to do everything together, it was just me and him, where ever he went I went, and where ever I went he went...until last year. He started to want to go out with his co-workers which he never did, so I wasn't used to it. At first I would get mad because I thought "what is going on that all of a sudden he wants to go out without me?"
So, we started to argue because of that and also because like I said he was acting really rude and distant with me. So one day I couldn't take it anymore and I asked him what was going on and why was he being mean to me and what he answered shocked me, he told me and I quote "I'm just acting how you act with me", so I told him "so you know that you're being mean and that you're hurting me? and you're doing it on purpose?" I told him that if I've ever hurt him that I was sorry and that I had never done it on purpose like he did...but all I got from that conversation was a bigger mess because he kept on acting distant and mean.
Then days later we had another argument, where I asked him if there was someone else and I told him that I didn't trust him anymore... and that's when it all went down to hell! I knew as soon as I told him that I had made a big mistake and I told him that I was sorry that I didn't mean it and that I did trust him, but things never got back to normal. He started going out with his friends almost every day and he wouldn't come home until 2:00 or 3:00 AM, I never knew where he was because he wouldn't tell me. So he was hardly ever home, and the times he was he didn't even want to be in the same room as me. I would try to talk to him and to apologize to him, but he just wouldn't talk or listen to me. I asked him if he wanted to go to marriage counseling but he never wanted to. So, things got so bad in my marriage that I went into this big depression where at times I didn't want to live.
I remember this one time, I asked him if he still loved me and he shook his head and told me "I don't know, things aren't the same you know? I don't feel the same". Wow, as soon as I heard those words I felt as if somebody had ripped my heart out. After that things got worst, now he would not only go out and come back at 3:00 a.m., but also he would spend most of his time on the phone, and I would clearly hear a woman's voice, but when I would ask him all he would tell me "no, it was my friend Dixon".
By this time it was November '09, it was about 2:00 am we were barely going to go to sleep when his phone rang, I could clearly hear a woman's voice and the way he was talking to her, wow, it broke my heart... when he hanged up, I asked him who it was and all he said was "it was a friend" and I told him that I knew that it was a woman and I took his cell from him and I told him that if he didn't tell me the truth that I would call her back myself and ask her who she was, so he told me "she's just a friend, it's not like that, she's only a friend" I told him, "if she was just a friend then she wouldn't be calling you at this time because she would respect the fact that you're married! And the way you were talking to her is the way that you used to talk to me", but he stood his ground and just said "she's just a friend".
I felt so depressed and unwanted. By this time I had gone to the Dr. and she gave me anti-depressants and pills for the anxiety, so one night after trying to talk to him again, all he told me was "I already filed for divorce." Wow, talk about pain, I felt so bad that all I could think about was that I didn't want to live like this anymore, so I went into my room and locked the door and I got the pills and I was ready to take all of them and just end everything, I could just feel these soothing thoughts, "this will end all the pain" but as I was about to do it something made me think about my family and my parents and how if I did it they would "hate him" and they would blame him, and I didn't want my family to hate him.