My Husband Stood Me Up on His Birthday
And that’s when I knew for certain that he was cheating on me.
I married my college boyfriend back in 2003. We were these foolishly naive kids (er, young adults) who got engaged after just three months of dating, and then we got married about a year after that.
We didn’t have a great marriage by any means. It was wrought with trouble from the start. I had to deal with jealous fan girls and groupies following his Saint Louis punk band. We couldn’t have penetrative sex because I had vaginismus, a sexual dysfunction that we couldn’t understand at the time. His mother had been my good friend (or so I thought) up until two weeks before the wedding when she declared that she’d never been okay with our relationship.
While none of our issues were totally insurmountable, neither one of us was equipped to maturely handle our troubles.
After two years, our relationship devolved into a certain sort of comfortable discomfort, if you know what I mean.
We got used to being roommates who occasionally fooled around. We got used to arguing over petty things around the house. And we got used to living with a relationship that was never quite right after the wedding.