u/68whiskeyactual

I’ve honestly been sitting with a lot lately and trying to process the reality of my marriage ending because part of me still feels really guilty and wonders if I somehow ruined everything, while another part of me is finally realizing how emotionally exhausted I became over the years.

My ex-wife and I were together for a long time and we genuinely went through a lot together. We did long distance, deployment, financial struggles, raising kids, buying a house, COVID, career changes, my transition into law enforcement, all of it. From the outside, I think people probably saw us as a couple that “made it through hard things,” which is part of why this divorce has messed me up so badly mentally.

When we first started dating, things were already kind of complicated. She had recently gotten out of another relationship and wasn’t ready for her family to know about me yet. I respected that because I cared about her and wanted to move at her pace. Around that same time she also opened up to me about struggling heavily with depression and suicidal thoughts. I remember one night she stayed with me really late after work because she was venting about how badly she was struggling mentally, and her family started blowing up her phone because they didn’t know where she was.

That eventually turned into this huge confrontation with her family where her older brother basically accused me of keeping her away from them and crossing boundaries. I remember trying to explain to him that she was opening up about serious mental health struggles and that I was genuinely trying to support her, but he basically told me I was full of shit and didn’t know what I was talking about. From the very beginning I kind of felt like her family viewed me negatively despite me genuinely trying to act respectfully and care for her.

Shortly after that I got deployment orders. She basically told me that because she had a child and because of how serious the relationship was becoming, we either needed to get married or break up because she didn’t want to “just date” through a deployment. I chose marriage because I genuinely loved her and wanted to build a future together.

During deployment I sent a ton of money home every paycheck to support her and the family while she stayed with her parents. Even back then I remember begging her to go to therapy because the suicidal ideation and emotional instability were already becoming a major part of our relationship. Therapy never really happened in a meaningful way though.

Over the years we both went through a ridiculous amount of stress together. I don’t think either of us were emotionally equipped for how much life kept throwing at us.

One of the biggest ongoing issues for me was career sacrifice. We originally had a plan where I would go active duty because it would provide long term stability financially, but after I got back from deployment she changed her mind entirely. That honestly hurt me really deeply because I felt like the entire future plan we built together suddenly disappeared.

Later I started pursuing a police department hiring process because I wanted to provide for our family and build a stable career. She hated the idea of me becoming a cop. We got into huge screaming matches over it. Eventually I withdrew from the process because I was trying to preserve the relationship.

After that I ended up unemployed for a bit, then worked as a coffee shop manager before eventually getting into defense contracting work. I absolutely hated that job, but it’s what allowed us to buy our home and have financial stability.

Around four years ago is honestly when I started feeling something changing inside me emotionally. She was working in coffee at the time and I remember begging her to take weekends off because I worked Monday-Friday and weekends were basically the only time we could realistically spend together. She refused because coffee was a huge dream for her and she felt loyalty to the business she worked for. I understood why it mattered to her, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t hurt me deeply. I felt like I had already changed and sacrificed so much professionally for our family and relationship, but she wouldn’t give up one optional workday for us to spend time together.

At the same time, our issues surrounding parenting and co-parenting became increasingly stressful. I often felt unsupported as a stepfather and constantly felt blamed or villainized during conflicts involving my stepdaughter. I genuinely tried to be patient and loving, but I often felt like I couldn’t win no matter what I did.

There was also a lot of emotional volatility throughout our relationship. I constantly felt like there was always some reason why I was being lashed out at. Stress, anxiety, hunger, emotional overwhelm, depression, exhaustion, etc. It felt like there was always an explanation for why she was angry at me or treating me harshly. Meanwhile I remember thinking all the time that I also experienced stress and exhaustion, but I still tried not to unload it onto her the same way.

The hardest part though was the repeated suicidal ideation and emotional crises. Over time I started feeling like I carried the responsibility of trying to keep another person emotionally stable and alive while also trying to provide financially, parent, and build a future for our family.

There was one incident that honestly changed something in me permanently. She got extremely intoxicated one night at an event and lost consciousness repeatedly to the point where I had to do sternum rubs in the back seat of the car just to keep her responsive while someone else drove us home. I stayed awake with her all night making sure she was breathing because I was genuinely scared something bad was going to happen.

The next morning things spiraled badly. She locked herself in the bathroom saying she wanted to kill herself. Family members came over and things escalated into hours and hours of screaming, prayer circles, accusations that she was demon possessed, attempted exorcisms, multiple pastors being involved, and complete emotional chaos. At one point she became mostly nonverbal for days and I was driving her around trying to get her help while also taking care of the household and kids.

I stayed through all of it because I loved her and genuinely wanted to protect her. But what broke me emotionally was that afterward, somehow I still became the bad guy because I was upset and scared about how out of control everything had gotten. I was basically told I was unsupportive for reacting emotionally to it.

That moment really messed me up internally because I started realizing that no matter how much I sacrificed, endured, or carried, I somehow still became the person blamed for everything.

There were a lot of other moments too:
- her threatening suicide during major fights
- trying to jump out of the car while we were driving on the freeway
- suicidal comments in front of the kids
- huge fights during major life moments like our proposal and wedding night
- emotional explosions during stressful situations
- me feeling afraid to express frustration or exhaustion because it would escalate things

Things got even harder when I became a cop and later went through the police academy. Academy was physically and mentally brutal and honestly one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I desperately wanted emotional support during that period, but instead there were moments where she would threaten suicide, accuse me of abandoning her, or make me feel guilty for focusing on academy.

I remember one night she drove out to see me while I was temporarily moved out for academy. I was so physically exhausted from training that I genuinely didn’t want to have sex. She became furious and accused me of not wanting her anymore. I begged her to stay the night because I missed her and wanted comfort, but she left anyway. After that she basically stopped making the effort to come see me in person and mostly just FaceTimed me. That honestly hurt me deeply.

Over time I started realizing I no longer felt emotionally safe in the marriage. I constantly felt like I was walking on eggshells trying to prevent emotional escalation or trying to regulate someone else’s emotions so the household wouldn’t implode.

Eventually I moved out because I was emotionally exhausted and trying to figure out if divorce was genuinely what I wanted or if I just needed clarity. Ironically, after moving out, I realized how much I missed her as my friend and companion. I missed our family, our routines, and the version of us that once felt safe and loving. That’s what made me want to reconcile.

When I tried talking to her about rebuilding the marriage, she basically gave me a list of everything I needed to improve on. Love my stepdaughter better, apologize to her family and friends, accept her fully, support her more emotionally, etc. I accepted all of it because I genuinely wanted to save our marriage. The only thing I asked in return was mutual effort toward emotional safety for me too because I no longer wanted to feel like I was constantly walking on eggshells.

She told me she was done trying and had already done enough.

Then she spent over an hour telling me how miserable I made her and said it was now “her turn” to make me feel horrible about where the marriage ended up. I sat there calmly listening, but internally something just broke in me because for the first time I realized I genuinely felt more like an emotional punching bag than a husband.

I still grieve the marriage heavily because despite everything, I genuinely loved her and our family. I don’t think she’s evil. I think both of us were carrying years of unresolved pain and emotional exhaustion. But I also think I spent years slowly becoming emotionally depleted while trying to hold everything together.

What’s hardest lately is hearing people act like me moving out was the sole reason the marriage ended or that I “didn’t try hard enough.” That honestly enrages me because from my perspective, trying harder was all I did for years. I spent years trying to stabilize chaos, support someone I loved, provide financially, prevent emotional crises, and hold our family together.

I guess I’m posting this because I’m trying to understand if anyone else has experienced loving someone deeply while also realizing the relationship itself had become emotionally unsustainable.

Stop pushing an agenda in video games.

Trying to prep for Crabbing season

Dating as a divorced dad with a kid

I feel broken and free at the same time