Thank you for your honesty Sean. I'm working at processing your reply because I know it isn't the answer I had hoped for but likely the answer I need.

I think I'm likely grieving the partner, marriage and life that I wanted but did not get to experience.

I know that something is wrong with me because even though I only had 4 relationships since then, and I thought I was choosing carefully, each relationship seemed to start off well, but would change. The first one after ex-husband didn't start for 3 years after I left the marriage. It lasted around 6 years I think. I found out he was leading a double-life, claimed in the last 2 years he had been diagnosed with bipolar. Someone who knew us both claimed he was bisexual. He became a gambling addict and serial cheater and liar.The police came looking for him when a woman a t his gym claimed he stalked and threatened her.

The next man was a psychologist, Mr Good Citizen. Very charming and conservative. His wife left him a few years before. He claimed she left him for another woman. After a while, I let myself be talked into moving in with him. He had major financial problems, 2 damaged teenagers in his care for half the time who he couldn't cope with. He is was emotionally abusive to his daughter. When she moved to live permanently with her mother, he became obsessed with his much younger hairdresser and dumped me. When she dumped him, he very soon met a wealthy widow whose husband died 6 months prior. They are still together. She's been very generous financially to him. He is hapoy. 'llHis ex-wife was also rich. I don't think he got over fact that she took her money with her when she left.

Next, I eventually became involved with man I knew in business who had told other people he had been very keen on me a long time, and others said how obvious it was that he liked me a lot. We had a shared interest in horses and animals and spent a lot of time together. After a while, we got together. I was so happy and he seemed very happy too!  Then it happened. It was his birthday. I put in a lot of effort to buy him some presents I knew he would really like. His father was there when he opened it.  Instead of just saying Thank you.  He said "Relationships are nice and good, but I don't need them." Every time I would say "Thanks, all the best and goodbye", he would be apologetic and regretful.  Eventually I completely closed the door on that one. He has claimed he never got over that loss and supposedly blames himself.

Finally after another couple of years, I took a chance again. Only lasted bit over a year all up.It ended with me getting a phone text a day after I saw him - me thinking it had been a really nice time. In the text, he told me that he didn't live me, never would and that he had just been using me for sex. I rang him, told him he was a coward and that I hated him and that I never wanted contact with him again. He kept trying to contact me but I wouldn't answer. A couple months later, I did reply. That was mistake. Said he had been confused and didn't mean what he said so I took him back. Within 6 weeks he did the same only worse again. I immefiately  blocked him from every area of my life. Had no contact for 15 months and never want to see him again.

I have become reclusive. I live with my 2 devoted dogs. My family are interstate. Best female friend passed away. Others have moved. In a way, I feel as though I'm marching time until I die although I like my job and where I live. I could never trust another man again. I feel revolted at the thought of sex since the last man. Despite this, there are times, I wish so much I had a nice partner who treated me well - but I just can't ever go there again.

I feel like such a messed up, damaged person at times. Totally unlovable and less than other people.

Right into my 50s, I was attractive, but not now. I grew up in an abusive home. My father was an alcoholic and my mother was diagnosed with bipolar when I was an adult - that explains a few things. I so wanted to be loved - It's not difficult for me to love - but it seems impossible for any man to  love me.  All my life, that's mostly what I wanted - and to have a happy, living family, but I have missed out on the partner a and marriage at least,and I'm grieving that.

I have a son who lives a few hours drive from me.  We speak on the phone every week, and meet every few months when his work permits. If it wasn't for my dogs, I would feel so totally alone. I don't doubt their love and adoration for me.

I'm sorry this has been so long. I think I have said it all now.  THANK YOU and I appreciate your posts.

Last edited by JoDownUnder (April 19, 2021 9:55 am)

Thanks Sean. I discussed all of this with a psychiatrist 25 years ago. I live in small community now. We don't even have a local medical officer, and mental health services for my th p e of issues are not free and would involve travel.

I have really done all I can. Before I left my husband, I h ad planned to suicide but making it look like an accident, but I did go see somebody then when I lived in the city.

I have my dogs, my own home (with mortgage) and a job. I see my son a couple of times a year. That is my life. Dogs have never let me down. Have had horses in the past and that was good.

Thanks for all of your help.

Thank you Sean. Thank you for the suggestion of CODA too.

I know it likely sounds ridiculous, but I was hoping that my husband did in fact love me although he was a troubled person and despite everything that happebed.

I suppose if I felt he had loved me even though it wasn't possible to be in a "relationship" -  and I could accept that - I would feel better.  Knowing that I meant nothing to him and that he only ever used me, hurts enormously.

The fact that in  not one single relationship with a man I became intimate with was healthy, and that I was rejected by all of them - I can't even put into words how that feels. It's crushing because I would have really liked a kind loving relationship.

I do believe that culturally there are lot of issues with Australian men and masculinity. It's a little better these days but amongst many, there is a deep misogyny - and certainly still a high number of closeted gays.

It's sad that it is too late for me now. I know not impossible that in my old age, I could experience long-lasting happiness in a relationship - but extremely unlikely.

There was a tome - in the the early part of my marriage before I became pregnant that I had thought he really did love me, maybe around 4 years, but once I had the child it all went.

Oh my home I is such a mess right now. I'm tired from work and his death and everything it has brought up for me. I'm also doing some renovating so I need to tidy up my environment.

Thank you Sean.

Thank you for sharing Jo. I reckon you've already made considerable progress in just a few days. Your first posts were along the lines of, "He was the love of my life..." whereas you just posted this: 

"PS When I think back to those 4 years, on reflection, at that time, he benefited the mist from living a heterosexual lie. He was working to develop a career in a conservative field and organisation where it was preferable at the time to give management positions to married men. Also, I entered into financial agreements with him, helping pay off loans though when I left him, he showed his true identity colors where money was concerned. No conscience." 

You've demonstrated a great deal of healing in just a few posts. Imagine where you'd be after posting for a few more months, or even a year! So I'd encourage you to keep sharing, either here, on your own thread, or on another forum. 

Thanks to my time here and based on my own personal experience, I've learned the hard way that I can only truly love others as much as a I love myself. For example, while closeted, I HATED myself and was therefore totally incapable of loving my wife and kids. I showed them nothing but anger because I was angry with myself. So what's my point? Most straight wives I interact with here are no longer in love with their husbands and for good reason. After all who could love a lying, cheating, and abusive man? They often use words like "best friend" and "soulmate" when describing closeted husbands and I only recently understood why. In my opinion, many straight wives are in love with a fantasy, meaning they are in love with the man he could be, rather than truly in love with the man he's been for most of their marriages. For some reason, they appear to be in love with some Disney dream prince version of their husbands, rather than the porn addicted, Grindr surfing, dildo hiding spouse they live with. Put bluntly, many are in love with a fantasy, rather than reality. 

Please note that I am not judging you, nor any of the other straight wives posting here. I lived in my own fantasy world in which a gay man could marry a woman, have children, and hide his terrible secret forever. Madness! In retrospect, I now understand that closeted men like me force their wives, children, and families to live in our dark closets. And when our caring straight wives try to crack the closet door open just a little bit, we slam it shut and attack them for shining even a little sliver of light on our secrets. I have always maintained that whether a straight spouse fully understands it or not, once she starts posting here her marriage is effectively over. Everything else - the marriage counselling, mixed orientation marriage, the pegging - is just bargaining with reality. Gay/straight marriages simply don't work so I applaud you for having the courage to divorce your gay husband so many years ago. That took a lot of guts. 

I'd now urge you to take all of that love, energy, and time to focus 100% on you. Love yourself like your life depends on it and the right man might come along, or not. And if he doesn't, no problem because you love and respect yourself. I hope that makes sense on some level. Be well! 

Last edited by Sean (April 21, 2021 2:25 am)

Thank you for sharing Jo. There is an excellent book that helped me unpack my own broken thinking. The title is "Loving What Is" by Byron Katie. I particularly enjoyed the audio version of the book which I listened to a few times before I truly understood the author's message about something she calls "the work." I highly recommend it. Be well!