I used to call her my World Cup because she wasn’t just my girlfriend; she was the prize I felt I had won. I adored her. I always told her I would marry her. We were young back then so she didn’t quite believe me. Oh, but we are married now. We have three children together.

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Over the years, our journey has been filled with growth and countless sacrifices. On the outside we were fine, but beneath the surface, there’s been a quiet ache that words rarely touch. Every time I ask her questions about our marriage, she says the most demoralising things.

“I should have been a nun.”

“I will never get married in my next life.”

“Marriage has made me more unhappy than anything else.”

Sometimes she would say in passing, “Many women are unhappy in marriages but they stay for the status.”

Over the past eleven years, she’s made these kinds of heart-piercing commercials and launched them at me. She withheld intimacy from me as well. When I expressed how the lack of sex affected me emotionally, she’d say, “I don’t want to be the one making you unhappy.” This didn’t make sense to me. However, the one that always got to me was, “Don’t do things for me expecting something in return.” This implied that I was seeking intimacy as a transaction.

Somehow, we made it through that rough patch. We started working on us. We made progress. Financially, we’ve been stable. Sex, at least to my knowledge, was no longer a major issue. I thought we had come to understand each other deeply and had begun to truly prioritise one another.

I made every effort to know what made her happy and stopped doing what made her sad. I’d stay on the phone with her all day, even while she was at work. I planned trips because she loves to travel. I stopped holding grudges because she asked me to. I forgave more quickly, more freely, all because I loved her that deeply.

We recently went on a fun trip together. Things felt good, genuinely good. We were already planning another vacation. Then came yesterday.

In what I thought was a lighthearted conversation, I asked her, “If you could make one thing disappear from your life’s worries, what would it be?” She paused and asked, “You want the truth?” I said yes.

“Marriage. I will delete marriage from my life.”

I was stunned. After everything we’d been through? After all the work, the growth, the love? Her words sank like lead in my chest. I recalled all the previous statements she made about herself and marriage.

I couldn’t talk. I knew if I did, I might say something I couldn’t take back. She noticed and tried to explain: “I feel like a failure at marriage. I try everything, but I just can’t seem to get it right.”

“What do you mean?” Because to me, things are going great.

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She said, “The sex was a problem for her. As to what specifically that meant, she wouldn’t say it.” She also talked about the little disagreements we had over certain things. She claimed she couldn’t meet my needs.”

I was heartbroken. I used to be a very wild guy before marriage, but I changed because I loved her. I didn’t want to go back to that life. I still don’t. But now, I wonder if she’s taking my deep love for her, my patience, kindness, and gentleness, as weakness.

I don’t yell. I don’t insult. I don’t belittle her. I love her deeply. And yet, it feels like she sees our love as a burden rather than a blessing.

I’m left wondering, “What do you do when the person you’ve given your all to starts questioning whether the love you share is what they ever wanted in the first place?

—David 

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