I Live In a Sexless Marriage
As I sit on my patio, sipping coffee and reading a book, I marvel at the calm of my being. Serenity, happiness, confidence. That is now my life.
I am alone. But, I am in no hurry. When I eventually find that person for me, he will behold a whole person, not a broken one.
I can't believe it has been almost 4 months now since I left him. Joy floods my soul. My daughter actually seems happier; my son got off his * and got a job, then a huge promotion and he was relocated, which confirms that I did the right thing for them both. My simple abode is spotless and peaceful. I don't regret leaving most of my "stuff"....my baggage or my large house. Conversely, my former residence is a broken down mess. There is no food in "his" home, while my cupboards and fridge are overflowing, thankful that I work for a food company. My countenance has affected my job in a positive way and I have been given better opportunities. An "award winning" architect, "he" bums gas money off of me. For some odd reason, like always, "he" has no bills yet no money. I have never been late on a bill. Funny that I worried so, that friends told me I couldn't afford to live on my own, yet I have thrived financially...and of course, emotionally.
So, please listen...not to me, but to your heart, to the voice of God, and the voice of reason...
Love. Search your soul and move forward with love in your heart. Sit down and have a gentle talk with your spouse. Ask them if they are happy living like this. If you can work it out...please try. But, if you can honestly see no change, then find the courage to break away. Perfect love casts out all fear. Tell him/her you love them, but that you deserve to be happy. Stick as much emergency cash away as you can beforehand, that your conscience can justify. Decide what few items you cannot leave without and put those aside. Have a sweet chat with your kids. They already know. You know they do...but they want to hear it from you.
I still maintain a loving relationship with the father of my kids. We are dividing our property in a fair and loving way, with consideration. Yes, down the road it might get nasty...but, I am trying to maintain the high road. My son and daughter see how I act. I need to think of them. I need to set a good example. I am writing this to you, my beloved friends, to those I know that have been so supportive and understanding, and to those with whom I merely share a kinship with, because of our shared (in my case, former) misery.
I care.
...and so I once again write to tug at your heart and whisper....
Please...Listen
I am alone. But, I am in no hurry. When I eventually find that person for me, he will behold a whole person, not a broken one.
I can't believe it has been almost 4 months now since I left him. Joy floods my soul. My daughter actually seems happier; my son got off his * and got a job, then a huge promotion and he was relocated, which confirms that I did the right thing for them both. My simple abode is spotless and peaceful. I don't regret leaving most of my "stuff"....my baggage or my large house. Conversely, my former residence is a broken down mess. There is no food in "his" home, while my cupboards and fridge are overflowing, thankful that I work for a food company. My countenance has affected my job in a positive way and I have been given better opportunities. An "award winning" architect, "he" bums gas money off of me. For some odd reason, like always, "he" has no bills yet no money. I have never been late on a bill. Funny that I worried so, that friends told me I couldn't afford to live on my own, yet I have thrived financially...and of course, emotionally.
So, please listen...not to me, but to your heart, to the voice of God, and the voice of reason...
Love. Search your soul and move forward with love in your heart. Sit down and have a gentle talk with your spouse. Ask them if they are happy living like this. If you can work it out...please try. But, if you can honestly see no change, then find the courage to break away. Perfect love casts out all fear. Tell him/her you love them, but that you deserve to be happy. Stick as much emergency cash away as you can beforehand, that your conscience can justify. Decide what few items you cannot leave without and put those aside. Have a sweet chat with your kids. They already know. You know they do...but they want to hear it from you.
I still maintain a loving relationship with the father of my kids. We are dividing our property in a fair and loving way, with consideration. Yes, down the road it might get nasty...but, I am trying to maintain the high road. My son and daughter see how I act. I need to think of them. I need to set a good example. I am writing this to you, my beloved friends, to those I know that have been so supportive and understanding, and to those with whom I merely share a kinship with, because of our shared (in my case, former) misery.
I care.
...and so I once again write to tug at your heart and whisper....
Please...Listen
By:
imathinkin
Age:
51-55
,
Female
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