My marriage is doomed. 10 years and many fuck ups
All year, I was so excited to celebrate our 10th wedding anniversary. We’ve never done anything extravagant, and because I know money is tight, I didn’t ask for an expensive celebration. I simply told my husband that this year I wanted to feel loved, appreciated, and pampered by him.
We both work and contribute to the bills. I earn more, so when he struggles, I often take on more of the financial responsibility. Our marriage has never been perfect. He has cheated on me more than once. The last time, I discovered he had met someone through Reddit—and later found out that person was a man. This happened only two months after I gave birth to our second child.
Somehow, we “worked through it.” We went to therapy, and during that process, he confessed to other things. Since then, I’ve struggled with depression, anxiety, and some very dark thoughts. Still, I tried to stay positive about our anniversary because he told me he was going to take me out and make me feel special.
On the morning of our anniversary, he looked at me, said, “Happy anniversary,” and left for work. He didn’t call or text me the entire day. When he came home, he brought me flowers from Walmart and a card. I love personalized cards because the words mean so much to me. All he wrote was, “I will always love you.”
Meanwhile, because this was our 10th anniversary, I spent $500 on something he had always wanted.
I feel so foolish, disappointed, and trapped. I’ve already told him that I don’t love him the same way anymore. Sometimes I wish I could go back in time and erase the day we met in high school. I gave so much of myself to this relationship, and all I wanted was to feel genuinely loved for one day.