I've been married for just over three years, during which times my wife and I had our ups and downs. I thought they were mostly ups, but I guess I was wrong. Right after memorial day (our anniversary) I became busy at work for a few weeks. The next thing I knew, my wife and I were fighting constantly about all kinds of things.
She's always been a bit insecure about our marriage, since we were married young when she was pregnant. I was 22, she was 20. I don't think that she ever believed that I loved her, and after our daughter turned 2 and started to be a little less work, my wife started focusing on her social life. I felt her pulling away from me, and I resented it. I wasn't a treat to be around, and there were several times that she had a bag packed and was going to take my daughter and leave.
Anyway, back to this summer. In early july I found a lease for an apt in her purse when I was looking for my cell phone, and I confronted her about it. She said that dr phil thought it was a good idea to have a trial separation sometimes. I hated the idea, because I knew that once she was gone I wouldn't be able to get her back. So I fought it the whole way, and she acted out against me by going out and leaving me with our daughter at home.
Finally I had enough, and I told her to go. At this point we had furnished her new apt, but she wasn't moving in. She was going to stay, and I told her to go. I hate myself for that....It's all I think about. Because as soon as she left she hooked up with a new guy, and now they're constantly together.
We never even really broke up. She just ran off with this guy, and wouldn't answer the phone. I've been taking care of our little girl as best as I can, but I don't want to keep her from her mother. I want to be a family. But she wants to start a new family with this guy.
He's threatened me several times, and threatened her family. She has our daughter around him, and I can't do a thing about it because we're not divorced. When I talk to her, it's like she's gone. We yell at each other, but after the yelling it's like she wants to come home but she's afraid to. Afraid of what, I don't know.
I feel so pathetic for loving this woman, but I can't stop myself. I want to wait and see if she comes home. I can't eat, or sleep. I can't think straight. Things get worse all the time. All she wants is money, and all I want is a chance with her. How long do I wait?