I Regret Ever Having Married Or Even Having Met My Lying, Controlling, Inconsiderate Pig
I have been married 2 years and have 1 child and another on the way. I can honestly say I HATE MY HUSBAND!!!!! I wish I never met him. He is the biggest liar, back stabber, 2faced, bipolar, inconsiderate SOB I have ever laid my eyes on. Here's my story. I met him through a family member. I should have thought twice because this family member is kind of shady to begin with, but I said it wouldn't hurt to at least talk to him. When he called we hit it off. He laughed at all my jokes and stories and I thought he was a good listener. I wasn't really into men of my ethnic origin as they have a reputation for being controlling, arrogant, selfish, abusive etc. In my case it turned out to be completely true. He lived in one state and I lived in another. We tried doing the long distance thing, and for me I was fine with it. But he wanted more. I was out going, out spoke and independent. He too was established, educated, an on paper met all my requirements. I swear I should have looked deeper, and should have paid closer attention to signs. We traveled back and forth to see one another. Before I knew it he proposed. I guess he did so, because the idea of my being ot of sight and out of reach bothered him, and I believe he wanted me to himself. Not bragging I swear its the truth. Before I knew it, he'd already flown to ask my parents for my hand in marriage, and announced to family and friends we were to be married. Before I knew it the wheels were already set in motion and there was nothing I could do to stop it. By the time, I knew he was abusive it was too late. I was 3 weeks before the wedding when I got my first slap. I begged my foks to let me out of the wedding, and they told me I wasn't going to bring shame to them by canceling the wedding. And to mke matters worse I was pregnant. So, my wedding day was the most miserable day of my life. But I told myself, no matter what just keep smiling so no one knows how much you're hurting. When I moved down to his state, I realized how miserable my life was going to be and between the constant fights being yelled at, cussed at, pushed and threatened, I snuck out early one morning 6 months pregnant and 2 months married, and ran. I got on a shuttle, boarded a plane, and ran back to my parents. My parents were mortified again I begged, and pleaded. But they forced me to go back. I'd used every penny I had to move, ship my things, pay for 20% of the wedding, and buy my baby all the clothes I felt she could use. I mean when I returned to him, I was flat broke, and was now reminded that I lived in his house, and drove his car, and I should do as he says. To make matters worse, his mother moved in. OMG!!!!! That *****was a freakin nightmare. She was horrid. Not only was she intrusive, condesending, and a liar. She would complain if I sat to close to my husband, she would complain about how I cooked. And god forbid if he started acting like a jackass as he always did. She was join in and then it was my fault everything was going wrong in our marriage. Did I mention he decided to fly down to a party the week I was due? Oh yes he felt it was important he fly to party to hang with his boys. UGH!!!! he made me sick. He would instigate fights infront of his mom and then say " you see what she did" You see how she talks to me, and then try to pull the macho card in front of her. And do you know this old witch told me I am never to talk back to my husband. It is his house, and he runs it, and I get no say so. I was floored. By the time our child was born it was worse, because now, when he threaten to hit, when I responded I swear I'll call the cops which scared the first time while I was pregnant, now he'd follow through. One day he beat the living daylights out of me. Once again, I ran away, rented a car, borrowed money from my folks and ran, and my father forced me to return claiming it was my fault. God help me but thinking back on all these memories makes me sick. OMG, and the worst part is he has never apologized, nor admitted to what he has done. I know I've gone on and on, but just recalling all the details is sooooo painful, my keyboard is soaked. I have been abandoned by my family, he has isolated me from everyone. Just like another writer wrote everytime, he leaves the house...well let me not say it, but my life has been torture. He has never owned up to what he has done to me. He will never admit it, and he constantly berates me, tells me I'm a horrible mother if I take my child out, he accuses me of exposing her to h1n1. I wish I had a job to get my finances in order so I could just finally leave him. I hate him I hate him!!!!! God forgive me but I hate him.
Oh one more thing he has a sister that he treats like a surrogate mother. He dare not bad mouth her nor raise a voice to her the way he speaks to me and his mother. Yes, if you think he talks to me like he's crazy the way he yells at his own mother is quite frightening. Anyway, his older sister runs everyone, and when I realized this and decided I wasn't trying to be run, I got on her **** list and she has done everything in her power to make my life a living hell.
I hate them all!!!!!!!