I want out. I've invested energy unimagimable into this relationship. I'm in. I'm getting older, and more bitter as the days go by. Loving on next to Nothing was a tune sung by Gladys Knight & the Pips sometime ago. That's how it feels from time to time. Unfortunately for me, it's a recurring feeling.
I sometimes wish that maybe I could've married in the truth, at least I'd have someone who even remotely understands what it is to be JW, even if she was in and I was out. The want and the desire to have someone in my life who can understand what it's like to be where I've been. The upbringing of children who I've not fathered, suffering with her and them in the struggle with teen pregnancies. I get so frustrated at times, to the point of acting like a madman.
My wife hasn't a clue and there is no amount of trying to make her understand the frustration of wrestling in this life. The religion, the sheltered existence, the doctrines that can haunt and consume our every waking thoughts. The issues of control. It's often more than I can handle. I want out. I want to leave this whole situation.