We were married 4 years and his biggest complaint was his friends. At first things were really good between us. He got promoted to a different department and I could see the changes. He started hanging out more with college students who wanted to go out and party and go to strip clubs. He actually was upset with me one evening because he went to an office function and some of the younger guys wanted to go to a stip club and he didn't go because he knew I didn't like them so he came home and was mad at me all night. I was like go. I would much rather you go and come home happy then not go and come home mad. But he was a martyr and didn't go. But that was an example of our arguments. He did not hang out with any married couples. Just young single men. Don't get me wrong he went out everyday to lunch with them (young ones)and on week nights he went out with his older friends that were our age but still not married. I liked several of them and the ones I liked he quit going out with and inviting them over. I never got to see them anymore.
We would argue about the house sometimes. He owned the house before I moved in but when I moved in I started paying half of all the household bills and half the mortgage. I wanted to do things like paint the room and change the wallpaper in the dining room and kitchen. It was the same wallpaper since the house was originally built and it was built in 1969. But he said I couldn't change anything because it wasn't my house. But I was like I pay half the mortage and he would say "no you pay rent". So I felt never fully moved in. Like I was just there temporary. I rearranged dishes when I moved in to allow my stuff and he was mad at me for 3 years!! And still when I moved out was complaining about me moving dishes around. Our bedroom you could see a dividing line from "my stuff" and "his stuff". We never combined anything. We had 2 seperate living rooms. His and mine. And I was not to touch anything in "his living room" I was not supposed to go into "his closet". I wasn't to use "his bathroom". Too much segregation got on my nerves. I wanted to buy a bedroom set that was "ours" and he said no. He was still using the furniture he had when he lived at home. We just moved my bed in because it was bigger and I used my dresser. Segregation....
I don't know if it was a guilt trip. I said if you don't want to be around me then you are more than welcome to email or text if you want. And he said no he won't so I left it at that.
So shoot sounds pretty hopeless doesn't it? I guess I bought this book for nothing then.
