You broke my heart.
You married me, with the promise that you would love me
completely, and forever. But at the
first big challenge that life threw our way, you stopped.
You were supposed to love me but instead you hurt me more
than I ever thought was possible.
We couldn't have sex, I understand this was disappointing for
you.
It was for me too. I
too had not factored this into my life plan.
When I conjured up my fairy-tale, there was no sexual dysfunction in
it. Nor was there a husband who would
withdraw into himself, unable to support me while I systematically worked
through my problem completely on my own.
I didn't choose this, any more than you did.
Marriage is an agreement that two people make. Part of that promise is that whatever happens,
they face it together. Detaching emotionally
from the other person as soon as they prove to have a faulty part is not part
of the understanding.
All those annoying habits I had that bothered you so deeply
in that first 18 months. The way I
fiddled with my hair. The way the shower
was never quite sparkling when I cleaned it.
The way I became defensive when you criticised everything I did and
tried to change me. Those were all
turned into character flaws......reasons why you couldn't love me.
It took me this long to see that all those things, all those
flaws of mine that supposedly destroyed your love for me, they were just an
excuse. Your way of telling yourself
that you weren't the bastard that fell out of love with his wife because she
couldn't have sex with him.
You did it subconsciously, not on purpose. But knowing that is of little comfort to me.
That is why trying to work with me now, to make this separation
an amicable one is of no significance.
That is why I cannot treat you like a friend. If ever we were to work as a team, it should
have been in that first 18 months, when it might have made a difference.
We could have conquered this together, as husband and
wife. We could have been drawn together
by this, instead of apart.
You could have.......should
have....... loved me.
But instead, you broke my heart.