I married a JW elder when I was 21 and he was 30. I was not attracted to him but had no prospects, nothing to look forward to, and most of my JW friends were already married.
I believed I would come to love my husband because he would be kind to me. I told myself that marriages seemed to work better in societies where they were arranged, so "falling in love" was not that important. I also had been to those WT studies where "eros" was downplayed in favor of "agape."
I became ill with a high fever after being married only a day or two and moving to another state with my new husband. I still get ill with a high fever whenever I am under undue stress, such as losing a job or being in any situation where I feel helpless. I cried a lot without knowing why. I just wished I could go back to my job. I was in a state of terror, but there was no real reason for it.
Eventually, I adjusted, more or less, and settled into my new life. I pushed lots of things to the part of my mind where I put things I can't face.
After three years, my daughter was born. From then on, I felt torn between my baby and my husband. When I went shopping, he had a fit because I left the baby with him for a whole hour. If she cried and I went to her, he would stop me. I came to hate him. I felt exhausted because there were so many expectations. My husband told me that "very little" was expected of women. It didn't feel that way to me. As the baby grew, I adjusted again. She was healthy and required less attention as she got older.
I always tried to build up my husband, expressing profuse gratitude for every small attention, consideration or favor. Actually, I sometimes feel that I created a monster because I think he believed that he was really as wonderful as I told him he was.
In retrospect, I understand my JW husband much better. His personality type is "drill sergeant." He has a compulsion to get others to shape up and fall in line. I am not cut out for a relationship with such a person. I felt like a rose with no water and a heat lamp on it 24 hours a day.
I decided when my daughter was a toddler that I would like to take some classes to upgrade my job skills. My husband told me he didn't want me to take classes "right now." I was stupid, so I waited until what I thought would be a better time.
However, after a couple of years, I realized that there was not going to be a better time. The real problem was that my husband was a high school dropout and I had 2 years of college, and he did not want me to have even more education.
He refused to let me have any small part of my life for any activity that I enjoyed, while expecting me to do whatever he liked. I became deeply depressed. I had a flat affect. I could not laugh or feel happy. My daughter suffered.
One evening my husband told me that I could go back to school in the fall if I would snap out of "this I-don't-care thing." I began to have hope. But when the time came, he didn't want me to go. My family was going to give me the money to take 2 classes. But my husband got angry because I had gone to the doctor. He woke me up at approximately 5:00 a.m. to "advise" me that I had promised him that my going back to school would not cost him anything, and he suspected that my trip to the doctor's office had been for the purpose of a pre-enrollment exam.
The doctor had found that I had fibroid tumors and prescribed some medication to alleviate the symptoms. Fool that I was, I threw away the prescriptions. My husband asked me what happened to the prescriptions, and I told him. He looked a little fearful but did not pursue the matter any further.
I decided I did not need his approval and not to allow him to manipulate me into not taking classes and/or getting a part-time job. We had an argument every day about my taking classes. I decided I would have to leave, but didn't have the strength.
A JW friend helped me plan my escape. It was difficult economically, and, for my daughter especially, emotionally. But both my daughter and I now know that I did the right thing. I should have done it sooner.
Seize the day, and put the least possible trust in tomorrow. - Horace
I have learned to live each day as it comes and not to borrow trouble by dreading tomorrow. - Dorothy Dix