Barely husband seems to have chosen to ultimately blame my sexual orientation for the failure of my marriage. For the ones who don’t know, I am Pansexual.
He keeps distorting the facts, trying to blame me for not telling him about it when I clearly told him that I had been involved with women before. We had just started dating then and his reception to it was the worst possible. After the horrible rant, he chose to ignore it and, it seems, erase it from his memory.
When I reminded him I did indeed tell him, he tried to say we were drunk and that wasn’t a proper conversation. We were not drunk. We had gone to a restaurant and we were getting to know each other through a meal. We were not clubbing, sending senseless amounts of alcohol down our throats.
He then says I should have told him again after we got married. I asked him what for? To hear all the crap he had already told me again? I am no masochist.
He now preaches honesty and openness in a relationship. I completely agree with that but his outbursts were the very reason I started recoiling and keeping things in. I just wanted to avoid fights.
He is trying to fit the story to blame me, that is clear. I have to be held accountable, in his mind. I have to admit my guilt and apologise for my ‘lie.’ Fuck off!
When nothing works and I rebate every argument, he gives it some time, talks about something else, then goes back to I never told him.
This is exhausting and took over two hours off my sleep two nights ago.
It really isn’t this pretty.