Selfish, self-centered boyfriend=selfish, self-centered husband
My husband has done many things to hurt me. To begin, he lied about who he was when we were dating. We were young and in college; he pretended to not smoke, get drunk, and go to church regularly. Thus, we seemed to have so much in common. We talked for hours; he swept me off my feet with flowers and dinners and such. Of course, I invested my time and energy also. I told him up front when things began to get serious physically once that I was waiting for marriage. He seemed okay with this, but he was always pushing the envelope physically and verbally on the subject. In short, I did give in and regretted it. I told him it could not happen again, in tears. It did because he pushed and I felt so alone, having abandoned my convictions. Later, I find out he was the big party type--I caught him smoking, he shrugged and said "busted!" Then I find out he had done drugs, funneled beer, and then much later he's into porn. He was also a horrible racist--spots he didn't show until much later. He said he lied to get a chance with me and was hoping to change. I should have walked out, but my guilt over losing my virginity to him was too great. Long story short, two years later, I find myself pregnant, ironically after finally having the courage to break up with him for a brief two weeks. (By the way, in this time, he has managed to pull me away from friends, persuade me not to join a sorority, and he becomes "it"). I was raised Catholic, and knew this would break my parent's hearts. The only reason I wasn't suicidal is that one night for no reason for the first time while I prayed I said, "God, it's too great for me to bear. It's in your hands." I am normally one to fix things, worry, and be a perfectionist. He gave me the insight to know it wouldn't work in this situation. I also realized there would be no more medical school for me. Boyfriend drives me to a pretty place and tells me he no longer loves me. I see the college counselor who advises adoption; I make up my mind to keep the child. He is invited to a session. He sides with adoption. Its he and the counselor vs. me; it was heartbreaking. He talks to his brother who asks him if he does love me, he says yes, he was scared, his brother says if he doesn't marry me now, I won't want him later so he proposes--he tells me about this conversation 3 years later--obviously knowing about it makes me feel as if his choice was more of an ultimatum by his brother. I accept and pray for the best. We had a tough start as expected; I knew the money would not be there, but some things were within his control to make better. We've weathered 12 years together now. I put him through college for a second degree and though I made it into grad school made the decision to resign because the kids were being completely neglected (he worked late hours, and he wanted me to have a full assistanceship to offset school costs--we could have made it without it--and so I was always late in too). We have more than one child; I love them dearly. He has still had a problem with porn, and has lied to me about it three times (he quit), then I find it on the computer. He breaks my heart because each day he puts himself before me, his needs, his dreams, but I have shown through actions that the kids and him are first. He talks to me harshly and calls me names; he's said I'm a bad mother, you're crazy/nuts (this is common when I tell him he's done something to hurt me or that bothers me), ugly words when he's really hot, and so forth. He has a high profile job, is handsome, and charming to others. I wanted to leave him once but he called my parents to our home and they talked me out of it. They both think he's great; my mother has a pretty short measuring stick for great because my dad was verbally abusive to her and my brother and I--and I mean really,really abusive verbally. I have no support, and I'm wondering if I am crazy to want to be alone rather than with him. He has changed in a number of ways, he's no longer racist (to his defense this happened in college as he realized how great/smart/nice various people can be--he was raised in racist home and taught bigoted ideas), he is a good father but can yell here and there if he's angry, he remembers anniversaries and things other husbands neglect, but deep down he makes me feel small and alone. This has happened over many years, probably because I let it happen, and I'm angry with myself about it. I don't know how to feel. Emotions come and go. I would love to hear from the priest or someone spiritual about this. Would I be selfish to leave if he is a good father but not husband? His lies and other things he has done that I've not mentioned here have hurt me. All our conversations are centered on him, his day, his work, his goals, him, him, him, occasionally the kids. He is very concerned with his appearance, his performance in anything--little league coaching, saying a prayer at Thanksgiving, the smallest thing, so maybe he's insecure to ask me if he did a good job, but he's so egotistical in other ways. How do I have my own value in the face of someone who does not value me, how do I take time for me and get support when he doesn't even want to hear about my day? How can I live in a one-way street for the rest of my life without feeling run over--especially when it is in my nature to give of myself? Should I? I realize the wrong choice was made long, long ago. Must I abide by it even if someone is thoughtless and selfish? I truly daily doubt he loves me or ever loved me.