I’ve been married for a month, and I despise it. It’s the worst decision I’ve ever made. I don’t want this.
That’s it, really. I just needed to get it off my chest.
I don’t like my husband as a person, I’ve realized. We got married quickly, less than a year after meeting. Our marriage was a month ago. I moved to be with him. So, we never had the chance to live together before that.
Everything about him annoys the f out of me, to cut right to the point. He whines constantly, has tantrums when he doesn’t get his way, exaggerates to his friends to look cool, has a cringey sense of humour, doesn’t respect my emotional or physical boundaries, has horrendous taste in media in terms of all music, movies, art, etc… this list could go forever.
He is in his thirties and myself late 20s. I found out just before the marriage I’m his first girlfriend beyond a hookup.
I’ve tried time and time again to bring up these grievances and it’s just not working out. He is truly insufferable in a way that I never realized before living with him.
If I tell him “I’m just tired and need some space right now”, he starts fake crying and pleading for me to hang out with him. Like, INCESSANTLY pleading. And fake crying.
I will explicitly ask him to stop and he will (fake, but he thinks it’s convincing) wail in my face. The moment I say “fine,” crying instantly gone and he smiles like a little kid. He will then gaslight me and say that I wasn’t being clear and he couldn’t understand what I was asking.
I can’t have any female friends without him incessantly trying to set them up with his creepy best friend (I’m too tired to be nice. The guy is an ugly, weird, loser).
He is also pitiful in bed. He neglected to tell me he’d only f-ed 3 times before we got together, turns out everything I had been told pre-marriage was an exaggeration.
His parents are insane and overbearing as well.
I’m so miserable. I hate this. I wish so badly every single night that I could press rewind. I’m so emotionally drained. F me.
I know it’s all my fault for marrying the guy. I know that. In my defense, I didn’t realize how horrible it would be, he wasn’t this bad before. I feel like I’m babysitting, not married.