The marriage begins with love and dreams of building a future.
To have and to hold,
From this day forward,
For better, for worse,
For richer, for poorer,
In sickness and in health,
To love and to cherish,
'Till death do us part."
The Death of a Marriage
I can't pick the moment, the day, or even the year. It was a slow process filled with disappointments, arguments, and choices that lead to the death.
Not trying, not giving, not caring.
The opposite of love is indifference.
The arguing stopped about 2 years before the end of the marriage. We didn't even care enough to fight.
We carried on separate lives. I told him several times that I would be leaving. Nothing changed.
The orders came for us to relocate. We had lived in Nebraska for 11 years. I had a job, friends, a life here. His orders were for a base in North Dakota located in a missile field 20 miles from civilization.
After a lengthy illness, the marriage died.....
I panicked, the thought of moving to a remote area felt like a prison sentence. He had always been possessive, paranoid, and controlling.
I lived life by his "rules." No phone calls after 10 p.m., no lunch with friends, he would check the mileage on my car, and even had me followed on a few occasions.
I stayed in Nebraska, he moved on.
I just couldn't do it.
All of my real successes came after the death of my marriage. My nursing career, I purchased my home, I met Hook.
We discussed marriage this past weekend.
After 8 years we still argue, we still love, we still laugh.
Maybe it's time.
~Nursey~
