Finoi
May 30, 2012, 10:59 PM
I'm 25 years old and have been living on my own since I was 20 years old, he is 27 years old and has been living with his parents since we got together. It's not like he's a bum or anything, he works and goes to school and all that, but... yeah.
When we first met, he was a major alcoholic. He was like that for the first year of our relationship and finally got cleaned up after he crashed into my neighbors car and totalled both vehicles. He was charged with a DUI and forced to take Classes and UA's. He's been pretty clean ever since, aside from social drinking.
Let me set something straight, his parents and I have a mutual hate towards each other. I'm Baptist, his entire family is Catholic. During his drunken days, he used to blame me for his alchoholism to his parents which was the light of the match to our fire of dislike towards each other. He finally told them the truth after his DUI, but I'm sure it's still hovering somewhere in the back of their minds. When I finally got my own place (about two months into our relationship) I completely lost all respect from his mother who said that I was an extremely selfish child and wasn't concitering the feelings of my own mother because I had moved out. Whatever.
His mother had accused me of cheating on her son, to which I responded it wasn't true. I have NEVER cheated on him, I am extremely faithful. We did have two break-ups in our six year relationship, I did date during those break-ups, but it wasn't as though it was a "break" we were legitamately not together anymore. When we got together again, I was honest about my dating life while we were not together.
During our second break-up, I did not date. He, on the other hand, took to dating an enemy of mine. Sure, she's pretty, but he dated her. When I found out (because he and I were still friends) I freaked out. I was so hurt and demanded to know WHY he had to date HER and not just some random stranger. He denied dating her, she denied dating him, and I chose to believe him. A few months later, we were back together and six months into that, he finally was honest with me. He said he did date her, his parents LOVED her, but they were never intimate. It was a crushing blow, but I love him and chose to see past that fault of his. Thing was, he was mine at this time, so why completely hang on past incidents?
Last year he asked me to marry him. He enlisted into the military and told me that he wanted me to be his wife once he was done with his basic training. I said yes, very happy. About a week before he was going to leave for basic, he had asked me to store some of his belongings in my shed/garage/closet because his older sister and her family were going to be moving into his parents house and taking his room. I, obviously, said it would be no problem. A few hours laterm he called me up and informed me he would not be storing his belongings at my house because his father believed it to be careless because "there were no garuntee's the relationship was going to last" Yes, we were ENGAGED at this point.
I wanted to drive MY fiancé to the airport, but he said I couldn't because his father said he wouldn't allow it. Why? "You don't have enough money" Excuse me? I have a well paying STATE job, but I lack funds to drive a half an hour to the airport? Sorry, I may not own a house with a mortgage of 4500 a month and living some high life, but I am NOT poor. I didn't get to take him to the airport.
He wanted to elope, apparently he forgot that elope meant that you don't tell ANYONE about you getting married. He had to call his mother, who in turn called his father. They both told him that if we got married, they would disown him. He fell to tears and turned to me and said, "I'm so sorry, I love you but I can't lose my family." It's okay, I understood, I didn't fault him for that, as long as HE still acknowledged that we were engaged and getting married when he returned from basic training.
The night before he was going to leave, he spent some time at my house. Before he left, he said, "You know what my father said, babe? He said he hopes we don't make it to our vows. Isn't that completely ed up?" That hurt, a lot. I didn't say anything, just gave him a kiss and told him to be safe. I didn't want his last memory of me before he returned to be crying or angry.
He got injured in basic and was medically discharged from them. When he returned home, I did everything I could to care for him. Cooked his favorite meals, massaged his injured arm, wrapped and rewrapped his frostbitten foot, ran his baths, helped him dress and undress. He was at my house for two days before we got a phone call from his mother, saying I wasn't adequately taking care of her son. He left my house a half hour later after she came to pick him up. It, apparently, was not place to nurse him to health (by the way, I've been in healthcare for all of my adult life), but his mothers.
I was injured a few months later, I sprained my wrist really bad, to the point where it was casted. I called him and asked him to stay with me until I was healed because I couldn't even wash my own hair. He came over, but left the same day because he got a phone call from his mother telling him that he needed to realize he had priorities and his mother needed him. I didn't see him again until my cast was off.
He will never invite me to family functions. I hear about them as they are going on or if he wants to tell me some story about his nice. I always invite him to my family gatherings, but he usually brushes me off and doesn't attend. It's hurtful, really, having to explain to my loved ones that my fiancé couldn't come because... and making up excuses for him. It's also hurtful to know that I'm not invited to his family gatherings because we both know they don't want me there. I'm his Fiancé for goodness sake!
I brought up these concerns to him last weekend. He got really angry with me and accused me of lying about his family, accusing me of making up stories because I had some sort of vendetta against them. I tried to rationally explain that this wasn't the case, that I would truly appreciate an apology from his parents, especially his father, but he wouldn't hear it. We stood at a stalemate, me trying to tell him I wasn't lying, and him ignoring the fact that it was him that relayed half this information to me and continuesly calling me a liar.
I'm so hurt and confused. I want to be a priority in his life, I don't think I want to come in second in his eyes for the rest of my life, but I can't explain this to him anymore. I've dumbed it down as much as humanly possible. He had promised to make me a priority, but whenever his family gets involved, I'm always tossed aside so he can help them, even if I need his help at that point of time.
I can't see my life without him, but I can't make him grow up either. I don't know what to do. Help?
When we first met, he was a major alcoholic. He was like that for the first year of our relationship and finally got cleaned up after he crashed into my neighbors car and totalled both vehicles. He was charged with a DUI and forced to take Classes and UA's. He's been pretty clean ever since, aside from social drinking.
Let me set something straight, his parents and I have a mutual hate towards each other. I'm Baptist, his entire family is Catholic. During his drunken days, he used to blame me for his alchoholism to his parents which was the light of the match to our fire of dislike towards each other. He finally told them the truth after his DUI, but I'm sure it's still hovering somewhere in the back of their minds. When I finally got my own place (about two months into our relationship) I completely lost all respect from his mother who said that I was an extremely selfish child and wasn't concitering the feelings of my own mother because I had moved out. Whatever.
His mother had accused me of cheating on her son, to which I responded it wasn't true. I have NEVER cheated on him, I am extremely faithful. We did have two break-ups in our six year relationship, I did date during those break-ups, but it wasn't as though it was a "break" we were legitamately not together anymore. When we got together again, I was honest about my dating life while we were not together.
During our second break-up, I did not date. He, on the other hand, took to dating an enemy of mine. Sure, she's pretty, but he dated her. When I found out (because he and I were still friends) I freaked out. I was so hurt and demanded to know WHY he had to date HER and not just some random stranger. He denied dating her, she denied dating him, and I chose to believe him. A few months later, we were back together and six months into that, he finally was honest with me. He said he did date her, his parents LOVED her, but they were never intimate. It was a crushing blow, but I love him and chose to see past that fault of his. Thing was, he was mine at this time, so why completely hang on past incidents?
Last year he asked me to marry him. He enlisted into the military and told me that he wanted me to be his wife once he was done with his basic training. I said yes, very happy. About a week before he was going to leave for basic, he had asked me to store some of his belongings in my shed/garage/closet because his older sister and her family were going to be moving into his parents house and taking his room. I, obviously, said it would be no problem. A few hours laterm he called me up and informed me he would not be storing his belongings at my house because his father believed it to be careless because "there were no garuntee's the relationship was going to last" Yes, we were ENGAGED at this point.
I wanted to drive MY fiancé to the airport, but he said I couldn't because his father said he wouldn't allow it. Why? "You don't have enough money" Excuse me? I have a well paying STATE job, but I lack funds to drive a half an hour to the airport? Sorry, I may not own a house with a mortgage of 4500 a month and living some high life, but I am NOT poor. I didn't get to take him to the airport.
He wanted to elope, apparently he forgot that elope meant that you don't tell ANYONE about you getting married. He had to call his mother, who in turn called his father. They both told him that if we got married, they would disown him. He fell to tears and turned to me and said, "I'm so sorry, I love you but I can't lose my family." It's okay, I understood, I didn't fault him for that, as long as HE still acknowledged that we were engaged and getting married when he returned from basic training.
The night before he was going to leave, he spent some time at my house. Before he left, he said, "You know what my father said, babe? He said he hopes we don't make it to our vows. Isn't that completely ed up?" That hurt, a lot. I didn't say anything, just gave him a kiss and told him to be safe. I didn't want his last memory of me before he returned to be crying or angry.
He got injured in basic and was medically discharged from them. When he returned home, I did everything I could to care for him. Cooked his favorite meals, massaged his injured arm, wrapped and rewrapped his frostbitten foot, ran his baths, helped him dress and undress. He was at my house for two days before we got a phone call from his mother, saying I wasn't adequately taking care of her son. He left my house a half hour later after she came to pick him up. It, apparently, was not place to nurse him to health (by the way, I've been in healthcare for all of my adult life), but his mothers.
I was injured a few months later, I sprained my wrist really bad, to the point where it was casted. I called him and asked him to stay with me until I was healed because I couldn't even wash my own hair. He came over, but left the same day because he got a phone call from his mother telling him that he needed to realize he had priorities and his mother needed him. I didn't see him again until my cast was off.
He will never invite me to family functions. I hear about them as they are going on or if he wants to tell me some story about his nice. I always invite him to my family gatherings, but he usually brushes me off and doesn't attend. It's hurtful, really, having to explain to my loved ones that my fiancé couldn't come because... and making up excuses for him. It's also hurtful to know that I'm not invited to his family gatherings because we both know they don't want me there. I'm his Fiancé for goodness sake!
I brought up these concerns to him last weekend. He got really angry with me and accused me of lying about his family, accusing me of making up stories because I had some sort of vendetta against them. I tried to rationally explain that this wasn't the case, that I would truly appreciate an apology from his parents, especially his father, but he wouldn't hear it. We stood at a stalemate, me trying to tell him I wasn't lying, and him ignoring the fact that it was him that relayed half this information to me and continuesly calling me a liar.
I'm so hurt and confused. I want to be a priority in his life, I don't think I want to come in second in his eyes for the rest of my life, but I can't explain this to him anymore. I've dumbed it down as much as humanly possible. He had promised to make me a priority, but whenever his family gets involved, I'm always tossed aside so he can help them, even if I need his help at that point of time.
I can't see my life without him, but I can't make him grow up either. I don't know what to do. Help?