My wife and I have been together for 17 years and have 2 teenage children
My wife suffers from depression and also from sporadic back problems (arthritis) that varies from totally debilitating to just annoying and draining.
The depression is something that I have tried to support her with as much as my own limited strength will allow. 3 years ago, on return from our annual holiday she had a really bad episode to the point where she could hardly operate on a day to day basis. I coped badly with it; I didn't understand that it was depression and made most of the dumb mistakes that I now know only make the situation worse, eg, not listening enough, trying to put the positive side of the situation all the time, getting angry, thinking about my own unsatisfied needs.
At that point I realised, or perhaps just admitted to myself for the first time that there was something wrong, either with one of us both of us or more probably with our relationship.
My first step was to spend a year in IC myself which was both revealing and at times, difficult. This therapy resulted in me asking my wife to attend MC together, which we did for about a year. We talked through many of our issues and I learnt through this that my wife had been sexually abused by her grandfather when she was a child. The therapy helped a great deal, my wife became more open, less scared, less angry and seemed happier. However, since we stopped the therapy things have slowly but surely drifted back to how they were before.
She also did some IC during this time but stopped it because it was too painful.
2 months ago we returned from an extended holiday and since then, things have been going steadily downhill. She has had another 10 day period where it was a case of "lights on, nobody home", she just went through the motions but seemed like an emotional zombie.
The times we actually get together are fantastic, they are warm, loving and we are truly connected. However, these times are becoming fewer and fewer and everything is done on my wife's terms. During the last time she was depressed she wouldn't even talk to me about anything other than daily operational stuff and trivia.
We only have sex when she wants to; we haven't had sex when going to bed at night this year, she is only ever comfortable doing it in an afternoon and usually after having a drink.
About me: I am a caring, sensitive (sometimes over-sensitive) intelligent guy in my mid-forties. I have had the most amazing life, which continues on a daily basis. I love my 2 sons more than I would have imagined possible and am so proud of them that it brings tears to my eyes. I am very successful professionally and provide for the family financially. I work hard but always have breakfast with the family and am home for dinner 4 nights a week. I try to limit travel for work and when it is unavoidable try to plan it around the family. I used to have hobbies but my wife was not interested in either so I have given them up and now only enjoy walking, which my wife likes.
I can be harsh; I speak my mind and while I am always civil I know how to hurt with words. This is something that I have developed as a defense mechanism over the years but there are times when I have hurt my wife with words, of which I am not proud.
I am in very good shape physically and would like to think that I am a good lover; sometimes gentle and considerate, sometimes dominant and demanding, always trying to balance my wife's needs with my own.
I take rejection badly, following rejection by my father years ago. Therapy and time has helped me with this and although I will always suffer with this, it is something that doesn't normally affect my daily life.
My wife worries about most things; I worry about very few things. I am a passionate individual that wants to make the most of the short time I have on this planet. My wife is scared and angry most of the time.
I read somewhere on this forum that "love" is a verb, not a noun. Something I wholeheartedly agree with. While telling someone you love them is great, it is woefully inadequate, it is about showing them that you mean it.
However, it is very difficult to love someone who won't allow themselves to be loved.
During the last few weeks, I think I have begun to realise that things are not going to change and that I must, first and foremost, play the role of carer. I must put her needs first and put mine aside and fulfil my marriage vows that include sticking together "in sickness & in health, for richer for poorer etc etc". I have to deal with her anger, her very limited appetite for intimacy, her periods of depression, nurse her through the times when she suffers back pain and remain open enough to enjoy the times when she is on good form and wants to interact with me. Truth is, I'm not sure I have the strength to do this and I am afraid and lonely. Her fear and anger are draining and quite often I have to hide my excitement, joy and happiness because it drags her down. I have some plans for things that I want to do in the future both on my own and with her but I can't share them because they are too much for her to handle.
Furthermore, I am not sure that playing the "saviour" is actually doing her any favours in the long run, I am afraid that I am just building an unhealthy dependency between us which will only fuel her neuroses.
I would really value any feedback.
My wife suffers from depression and also from sporadic back problems (arthritis) that varies from totally debilitating to just annoying and draining.
The depression is something that I have tried to support her with as much as my own limited strength will allow. 3 years ago, on return from our annual holiday she had a really bad episode to the point where she could hardly operate on a day to day basis. I coped badly with it; I didn't understand that it was depression and made most of the dumb mistakes that I now know only make the situation worse, eg, not listening enough, trying to put the positive side of the situation all the time, getting angry, thinking about my own unsatisfied needs.
At that point I realised, or perhaps just admitted to myself for the first time that there was something wrong, either with one of us both of us or more probably with our relationship.
My first step was to spend a year in IC myself which was both revealing and at times, difficult. This therapy resulted in me asking my wife to attend MC together, which we did for about a year. We talked through many of our issues and I learnt through this that my wife had been sexually abused by her grandfather when she was a child. The therapy helped a great deal, my wife became more open, less scared, less angry and seemed happier. However, since we stopped the therapy things have slowly but surely drifted back to how they were before.
She also did some IC during this time but stopped it because it was too painful.
2 months ago we returned from an extended holiday and since then, things have been going steadily downhill. She has had another 10 day period where it was a case of "lights on, nobody home", she just went through the motions but seemed like an emotional zombie.
The times we actually get together are fantastic, they are warm, loving and we are truly connected. However, these times are becoming fewer and fewer and everything is done on my wife's terms. During the last time she was depressed she wouldn't even talk to me about anything other than daily operational stuff and trivia.
We only have sex when she wants to; we haven't had sex when going to bed at night this year, she is only ever comfortable doing it in an afternoon and usually after having a drink.
About me: I am a caring, sensitive (sometimes over-sensitive) intelligent guy in my mid-forties. I have had the most amazing life, which continues on a daily basis. I love my 2 sons more than I would have imagined possible and am so proud of them that it brings tears to my eyes. I am very successful professionally and provide for the family financially. I work hard but always have breakfast with the family and am home for dinner 4 nights a week. I try to limit travel for work and when it is unavoidable try to plan it around the family. I used to have hobbies but my wife was not interested in either so I have given them up and now only enjoy walking, which my wife likes.
I can be harsh; I speak my mind and while I am always civil I know how to hurt with words. This is something that I have developed as a defense mechanism over the years but there are times when I have hurt my wife with words, of which I am not proud.
I am in very good shape physically and would like to think that I am a good lover; sometimes gentle and considerate, sometimes dominant and demanding, always trying to balance my wife's needs with my own.
I take rejection badly, following rejection by my father years ago. Therapy and time has helped me with this and although I will always suffer with this, it is something that doesn't normally affect my daily life.
My wife worries about most things; I worry about very few things. I am a passionate individual that wants to make the most of the short time I have on this planet. My wife is scared and angry most of the time.
I read somewhere on this forum that "love" is a verb, not a noun. Something I wholeheartedly agree with. While telling someone you love them is great, it is woefully inadequate, it is about showing them that you mean it.
However, it is very difficult to love someone who won't allow themselves to be loved.
During the last few weeks, I think I have begun to realise that things are not going to change and that I must, first and foremost, play the role of carer. I must put her needs first and put mine aside and fulfil my marriage vows that include sticking together "in sickness & in health, for richer for poorer etc etc". I have to deal with her anger, her very limited appetite for intimacy, her periods of depression, nurse her through the times when she suffers back pain and remain open enough to enjoy the times when she is on good form and wants to interact with me. Truth is, I'm not sure I have the strength to do this and I am afraid and lonely. Her fear and anger are draining and quite often I have to hide my excitement, joy and happiness because it drags her down. I have some plans for things that I want to do in the future both on my own and with her but I can't share them because they are too much for her to handle.
Furthermore, I am not sure that playing the "saviour" is actually doing her any favours in the long run, I am afraid that I am just building an unhealthy dependency between us which will only fuel her neuroses.
I would really value any feedback.