I might be writing this more so for myself because I've been searching for help and guidance, online, for years.
Evident in the Title, I'm the husband. And in all my searches for articles, for online therapy, through books, and more, every bit of advice stems from what is usually, it seems, the woman/wife's experience. Most content is about dealing with the man/husband in such situations.
I'm seeking help. I've made cries and pleas for help.
About a year ago, I was in private therapy (personal therapy), diagnosed with severe depression. I was having suicidal thoughts (no attempts; this isn't that serious, I've contemplated ending it because I'm blamed for being responsible for it) and I was put on medications to try and manage that. If you've been on such meds, you know it doesn't necessarily help, it deadens you.
I am lost. I don't know what to do. I can't utter a word to my wife without negativity. She's always sullen. Everything is bad. Even positive news or an attempt to just have a nice discussion or explore things we could do, is met not with a "nice idea" or "thank you" but always how we can't.
Let me start with a different perspective on what I'm going through. We've been married 20 years and have teenagers.
For at least a decade, my wife has progressively gone from being very social, positive, and happy, to being controlling, judging, mean, and anxious in social settings.
My kids don't have many friends; people generally aren't welcome at our house. We've gone to others' social events but never reciprocated. We've had long time friends move to the town where we live; she won't invite them or even meet with them as common courtesy might suggest we do. I feel like we're being terrible people for failing to connect with old friends and offer new friends join us for dinner... I'll reach out and chat with them, be friendly and courteous, but I have to make excuses about spending time with my family.
Without any reasonable cause, she'll judge me, and if I defend myself or even simply suggest that my actions aren't a big deal, such as not regarding them as highly as she might, her treatment of me will quickly descend into yelling at me, swearing at me, and then blaming me if I try to remove myself from the abuse.
That decade ago, best I can remember, I started simply hoping to reconcile whatever hell we were descending into, I started just asking my family to "be nice." I started talking about the Golden Rule more. Clearly, it didn't sink in.
In time, I found myself crouching down on the floor, in tears, begging her to stop being mean to people, to stop yelling at me, to stop swearing at me.
Her mother is abusive. My wife was lied to about her father. She was neglected. She was insulted and judged. Her mother has been selfish and rude to my family.
The man my wife thought was her Dad, died in an accident... then my wife discovered he wasn't her Dad, after being lied to.
My wife's brother is a dozen years younger; the son of a different man. He's now nearing 40, he lives at home with mom, doesn't have a girlfriend, and never has as far as I know.
To put it quite simply, my wife is becoming her mother, and I know that's cliché, but that is not the woman I married, to whom I committed my life because I loved her. Think about your life, you probably know that man or woman who just isn't kind to their spouse. Perhaps you know the spouse, a normally social and positive person, except around that partner.
Maybe 6 months ago I stopped talking to her much. It's the only way I can avoid the negativity and abuse. She then started saying around the house that I'm mean. She reached a point where she said she wouldn't ask for my help with the kids anymore. She eventually, on a few occasions, demanded to know what I was talking to my kids about.
I can't talk to my wife. I can't handle the negativity anymore. I can't handle the blame. I can't handle the descent into abuse.
In many ways, I feel like I'm only still in this abusive marriage so that our children don't end up the same way - the same way as her mother, as her brother... as she is becoming. So that they don't have to have live on their own with how she is and what she does to them.
I can be a difficult person, I realize. I draw a pretty hard line on kindness; my own siblings have accused me of being Mother Theresa and saying I am difficult because no one can always be positive and nice to others. Fair. Valid. I know it, I acknowledge it. NONE of that excuses bad treatment and abuse. I can't even conceive of saying a mean thing toward someone else. I wake up every day as positive as I can be. I know that life isn't fair, nor always great, I'm a cancer survivor, but I won't let that cause me to be negative toward others. And I'm dying inside. My chest hurts, literally, not just emotionally, from how much she can be cruel to others, how much I can't even point it out, or beg her to stop, or even say hello or give her a hug, without being treated like crap.
She claims to want to do something about it. She's willing to read Dr. Harley's book and we're looking for a couple's therapist, but I don't know that I can ever recover from this because I can't even fathom how someone can treat others this way, then blame them for their behavior.
Help, please. What can I say?? How do I hope to get this on a healthy path again? Maybe I'm doing it, seeking a therapist for us both, but I know I can't just forgive someone who abuses me, who abuses others, and then blames those she abuses for her being abusive... particularly someone who then doesn't even acknowledge they do that, let alone apologize for it.
I'm here, writing this tonight, because it happened again. After a few weeks of peace, but silence, and my kids clearly being emotionally destroyed because the last time mom yelled at dad, it came up again. She refuses to be around my family for the holidays because she's uncomfortable, because we're unreasonable, and because we made her act this way. She demanded from me examples of what she's done, she started pointing out how treating people that way was my fault, and I stopped talking, I eventually removed myself from the situation, and find myself here.
I don't want my marriage to end. I don't want my wife to be abusive. I WILL not leave my kids in such a situation where they're left to defend for themselves, or be raised by her world view alone. I'm desperate. My family is willing to help, they're willing to do anything, but none of us know what to do.