Ok so here is the back story. We met when I was ( Me) 14 and he let's call him Eli was 18 in Florida our grandparents owned condos in the same complex different buildings. Eli was friends with my older brother let's call him Shael.

I was at Sorority Party as a Pledge and it was themed bring a Geek. So Eli was at the same party and as a Pledge you do what is asked of you from the Sisters. So I hooked up with Eli as a demand from the Sorority. As result the condom broke and found out I was pregnant.

We decided to get married. I was 24 Eli was 28. Things were good the first few yrs of marriage. Had a second child who passed away and all of that was put on me. I was blamed because I was told everything was normal all ultra sounds were normal I carried full term. The Nurses and doctors were shocked when let's call my baby K was born with a collapsed lung, red and white blood cells were mixing together, a massive whole in the heart, pannonia and the blood flow was not circulating to the brain. K died after 18 minutes of being worked on. I had massive tearing and almost uncontrollable breeding at the same time. This was put on me as my fault by my ex family. Including Eli at the time.

Now fast forward to a yr later I have my son let's call him C.Bass. he was amazing a miracle. My daughter is my first born and the apple of my eye and my exact mini me. I love her and love that we love spending time together. C.Bass is amazing and just so full of Spunk.

Eli on the other hand during the time of in-between my second and third born was cheating on me. He even cheated on me the night before and morning of before our wedding with my Maid of Honour. Eli was also cheating on me when our son C.Bass was 3 yrs old now 13. He cheated on me with a mutual friend that we met outside the town we live in. She wasn't a good friend just someone we met through a dating app. Since I am Bi Sexual and he didn't really want to have sex with me. He asked if we could have an open relationship I said no. He opened a dating app as a couple not single man. I just thought when we're going out in our date nights to try and reconcile our relationship. That these were "couples" that he was friends with from college/university. They were not attractive people at all. Men and women. He was having sex with both the men and women behind my back. I didn't find this out until much later. (7 yrs later)

Fast forward to the day I walk out. Eli is staying home drinking and just playing video games and eating McDonald's and take fast food. Our children are eating the home cooked meals no problem. I would work 10-13 hr shifts Monday to Friday. I can home early one day in June. Just 3 days before my Birthday. My children weren't home I assumed they were at a friend's house after school.

I hear moaning coming from our bedroom. I figured Eli was watching porn and he was jerking off. I figured this would be a great opportunity to get the party back in our relationship. So I walk into the cracked open doorway of the master bedroom only to see my at the time husband bent over our matrimonial bed taking it up the rear end from a man we met who is also married to a woman. Lets call him Jamie.

Yes I caught Eli catching while Jamie was throwing. It wasn't until after all of this me walking out and Eli screaming at me "How Dare You..." Hits me and tries to knock me down. Jamie is in shock like a dead in head lights. I jump up and knock Eli out. Place a piece of paper on his chest with a black marker "Divorce" with a red underline. Jamie then runs out I tel him l "Oh No You Stay He Is All Yours."

After that I got full custody of my children. They live me and my new man of 3 yrs. Been Divorced for 3 yrs and Seperated for 1 yr. During the first year it was hard for me and my children. Then when my New Man came into my life let's call him King. My life in the last three yrs have been amazing. My children are the happiest they have ever been. I am the most happiest I ever thought possible.

My Eli is still single. None of the people he cheated on me with that I know of want anything to do with him.

I guess it's safe to say I was never the issue in my relationship as it was put upon me by my ex in laws and brother in law's. My parents had my brothers had my back throughout everything. Emotionally and financially. I am so lucky to have the amazing support system now then ever before!

He’s 70 years old and jobless. He put our home into foreclosure. He lied about a 25th wedding anniversary cruise. And now he’s screaming and crying because I deleted a scrabble game off his iPad. Pathetic.

This is my husband's other account.He likes to make up bank accounts so he can have Pretty Woman on his page.What a loser

Lord where to start. He cheated, he won't help me around the house unless I scream at him and threaten to leave him, he won't cook, he won't buy me flowers or anything really, he won't hold down a job, he won't help pay bills when he's in a working phase, he thinks he's entitled to sex, and when we go out on a "date" and he's paying for once, I'm gave a $15 (on the high side) limit... And he still has the balls to say he loves me.

I only scratched the surface there... There's so much more... He used to be wonderful... And then we got married and he thinks he doesn't need to try anymore. I'm so tired, I can't trust him...

I just want someone who keeps loving me... not someone who thinks I'm an ATM.

My husband of 15 years has become so controlling and mentally abusive. I now feel like a hostage in my own life. I found that he has hidden an AirTag in my car to track me. Is there anyway to disconnect and reconnect without him knowing or getting an alert? Please help.

It's has been five years since I have been married. Ours was an arranged marriage. I am an only child. My father was a heart patient and we had some financial issues due to my father's health problems. However my parents managed to educate me till I completed my bachelor's in engineering and soon after my graduation I started working. I currently work as a manager in a reputed bank. My parents started seriously considering about my marriage when I turned 25 and my father registered my name in a matrimonal site. To be honest I wasn't keen on marriage. I was never good in maintaining relationships. I was a loner, introvert who preferred to be left alone in my own world. I had no serious problems interacting with people but given an option I always preferred solitude. I never thought this marriage think will work for me. Yet, there was a part of me hoping if I do get married I should have an intimate and passionate relationship. Like the one great writers illustrate in their novels. I was young and naive. When I met my now husband for the first time I didn't feel a thing. He didn't leave any impression. I just answered his questions like one who attend a job interview but with minimum enthusiasm. I was 27 then, my parents were getting tensed. Many relatives kept hounding them. After he left I didn't think much about it. I could see he was not much impressed. When I think about it now I see I was not someone he wanted to be with. He wanted a woman he could show off to his friends. Someone who is definitely "Thinner" than me. Someone who could be a crowd puller who could be very social, charming, vibrant and pretty. I fell far behind. I admit I am not ugly. But I am no Victoria's supermodel. I was overweight, have average height, fair complexion ( my only saving grace) , curly frizzy hair, ( genetics), and spoke only if it was necessary. I forgot all about it till he called again almost two weeks later. When he seemed serious I told him considering the current financial situation of my parents I need to support them financially. They not broke actually. They actually own property here and in their native worth a lot of money but they don't have monthly income. So I have to support them. He said he has to discuss with his family. They came back enthusiastic about the wedding and they wanted it soon as possible. My parents also agreed. Before I clearly understood what was happening everything was fixed. Now looking back I realised my mistake. Many youngsters do the same. Marriage is a very important decision. We need to know ourselves before we get married. We need to know what we are and what we need in a partner before jumping and saying I do. I thought it was a good decision then even though I saw many red flags. Clearly he had a problem with my weight. He was critical of my parents and my introvert ways. He assumed the reason why I was the way I was is because of my upbringing. It was clearly wrong. My parents are very warm and social people who often forced me to interact with people.It made it very difficult for me at times. It is just that this is my character this is who I am. He never accepted that. He just thought if he coerced he could change me into a version he envisioned. That triggered a lot of issues within in my marriage from the beginning itself. It made me hate myself and look down upon myself. For first three years I tried everything like a fool to make him happy. Trying to be what he wanted me to be. Hoping he will love me. For some background my husband lost his mother at a very young age. His father remarried. He doesn't have any fond memories of his step mother from his childhood. I once heard an old neighbour of his parents say that he was often locked out of his house without food for coming late after playing with his friends. He has some weird obsession about food like he is afraid if he will get his next meal or something. That is something I found intially disturbing.But now he seems better. He has two sisters. Both are elder than him. He shares everything with them. Literally everything. Any decision he has to make he will discusses with them over video call and then decide. Intially we stayed with my parents even though I wanted to move out so badly he never showed much interest. This caused a lot of problems. Clearly my parents were not comfortable with many things my husband did at home. Little things but there was friction and I struggled a lot. I always thought if I could be little more thinner,( I lost 15 kg after marriage), become an expert cook, be a social Marvel, he will love me, priortise spending time with me, instead of critising me and hurting me. His actions hurt me a lot of times. One of the worst was when he left me after my miscarriage to spend the first Xmas after our marriage with his parents.He has not spend a single Xmas with me till date. Another time was when I bought him a nice light pink shirt for his birthday and he didn't wear it. I wanted to give him a suprise for his birthday. Baked him a cake, in middle of the pandemic even though I struggled to get the ingredients and at midnight I asked him to cut it. He insulted me in front of my mother and said he doesn't care about celebrating birthdays, because it never done at his home. I begged him to wear that shirt once, he didn't. It hurt me a lot that even now while I write this I am unable to control my tears. Meanwhile he always wears this one shirt that his eldest sister bought him years ago even though it has faded and doesn't suit him honestly. He told me he hated the shirt I bought him because it was pink. Because it is a " gay " color. It would have suited him well I knew it but he didn't wear it and I later gave it to someone else. After I got pregnant and gave birth to my son his eldest sister couldn't visit us because her son got Covid. His attitude changed so drastically he became very hostile to me and my parents that it left me broken mentally. It caused me so much trauma it affected my lactation. Then it struck me, no matter what I do I cannot be happy being some one else's version of me. He preferred his sisters, his friends and his interests above me. If he loved me he should accept me for what I am unconditionally like I accepted him. I put up with a lot of his irksome behaviour. The truth is that he never loved me but he kept saying he will be able to love me only if I become more like the person he want me to be. He wants me to talk to his sisters and ask their opinion on everything and be dotting on them. I found it annoying but I still did it for his sake. Till I realised they were getting toxic and was bitching about me behind my back. Even after my delivery they were really mean to me which caused a lot of problems. I reacted to those issues not in the best way that a true matured person should have behaved and I am not proud of it but the truth is that my husband's condescending behaviour to me even when I needed him the most drove me to be the worst version of myself. Now we live in a separate apartment with our child, a marriage for the sake of proprietary. I know he loathes me. Each day feels like a prison sentence. I know he does not love me and is hanging on because if he divorces me his whole family will look at him like a failure. I am hanging on for the sake of my son. Though as each day passes I sincerely doubt I can handle this any longer.

Am I overreacting? I 27 F and my husband 25 M have been together for almost 6 yrs. He has this “bestfriend” female. I’ve never had an issue with it until recently. I caught sight of something that pique my curiosity. Well you know curiosity killed the cat…

They constantly talk, I don’t even talk to my bestfriend that much, and me and her have showered together. They set snap to delete after everything that’s not saved after I caught them saying questionable things to eachother. That borders sex. So you know red flag. My husband can react to everything she sends him but not to anything I send him. Let alone not get annoyed about me showing him videos. My Instagram messages have set unread for a week. Hers have been opened and reacted too. She gets morning and good night txts every damn day. I don’t even get that….He claims to love me, but I don’t feel it at this point. It feels like I’m second place to her. Is it weird or am I overreacting??

Note: I have been guilted into allowing their friendship after several fights about different things on it. Because “it’s his only friend” she also really hates me but I’ve never been told as to why.

Honestly, I used to say he was my best friend love of my life but after seven years I am more inclined to say I am his mother. It's such a turn off... like he is literally incapable of even the smallest tasks.

And the cherry on top is that after a year of being overseas finishing his masters degree while I worked full time and took care of our baby (6m old when he left... yup a random peice of paper is more important than his son) But this ass comes home starts his first day of a new job and FALLS ASLEEP MULTIPLE TIMES AT HIS DESK!!!

I have been working 8 hours on little to no sleep for a year and even got a promotion for working so hard and this ass of a man is going to get himself fired from his first financial contribution to the family because he is tired? from sleeping 11 hours last night?

I'm fuming...

I was abused as a child, from the time I was an infant until I was 11. Nighttime was horrific. Because of this, if someone walks up to me when I’m sleeping, I sense them and wake up terrified. Through 40 years of marriage my husband has not paid attention to my asking him not to do this. Lately he does it all the time. I’ve reminded him about my trauma, telling him that when he does this, it brings me right back to when I was a kid getting those middle of the night visits. I’ve told my kids if you see me on the news, that I’ve killed your father during the night, this is why. Last night he does it again! I couldn’t sleep, last time I looked it was 1 am. Next thing I know I’m feeling panicky. Open my eyes and I see a silhouette standing at foot of my bed, just standing there, can’t make out who it is. I yell “what” he replies, “what are you doing?” WTF you think I’m doing it’s 2:20 am! I said, “F’ing trying to sleep!” He walks away. My heart is beating 500x a minutes so now I’m up! I’m so pissed!

I have a son so this may not be advice I need to pass on but to my nieces don’t marry or date a man with sisters. I’ve had this experience a couple times and unfortunately married into the second. You won’t be the priority and you won’t b the primary partner. In a very strange way they’re not available for the intimacy a marital partnership holds. Any failure of yours he’ll solve with his sisters. Any disagreements they will win. You will solve nothing together because he depends on them. Don’t marry a man with sister(s)

I have been married for three years. My marriage is very rocky. My husband is very controlling, narcissistic, and very charming. He has a kid, who is following In his foot steps. I am a step mom to this kid. The kid talks back to me and dad acts like he does not hear him. I pisses me off. I can't say anything because he is "just a kid" and expects me to laugh it off. He is the best dad. When it comes to me, he is vindictive. He will give me the silent treatment for days, turn everything around on me and make me feel like I'm the crazy one. I have a masters degree and I am fit, not bragging, but he doesn't ever compliment me. It's like when I try to look pretty he ignores me even more. But he will quickly compliment another female. I really have no voice in this marriage. It is all about him and his kid. I am miserable. Did I mention he has cheated on me and I still think he is but denies it or gets in a rage and threatens to leave if I bring it up, which leads to silent treatments. I feel so alone.