Hello,
My first post. This is some time back but I'm trying to place a description of the LTR woman in my life. ((Look I know waaaaa, but tell me what this was?))
We were seeing each other and one day she told me her parents were selling their house and she needed somewhere to live and she cried. I thought this meant she wanted to live with me and more. (I would never have said this to someone without meaning it.)
I was 27ish as the time and thought well I should do the right thing and we began looking for a house. Houses in my area had already begun a skyward trend and the only thing we could afford was a former rental home (Beaten!). We moved in and I began work rebuilding the home... I spent 6ish years fixing the place up, spending weekends putting patio stones down, installing kitchens, bathrooms, painting etc etc. There was brief talk of having a child to which my suggestion was to prepare herself. (No further mention occurred). One weekend I stayed home to work on the house while she went to her parents cottage she said to me she liked coming home to find things done. I don't know what she thought I was supposed to think of this but... my thoughts were your selfish!
At some point she suggested we move to a larger home, no real explanation was given. In the back of my head I did think crap this place is just coming along nice..... Well in between homes we stayed temp at another place and I had my very 1st VERY serious reservation. What was I doing? I was unfulfilled. She didn't seem to me to behave like a woman who loved me... she seemed perfectly satisfied watching TV. I was welcome to obtain sex from her she wasn't like previous woman I knew... previous women who seemed to be saying... sex is fun... sex is the sport men and woman play together... lets put the mattress on the floor and party.
I was not given any special care. For example on my 30th birthday her friend baked a birthday cake, on occasions where I came home with injuries from sports and I was not tendered.
This went on for about a year in the 2nd home and began to look around at my future... This home was larger and while functional there was no end in site for my labours to end and expense. It was at this time I told her I was not happy... Her reaction was to brush it off. We began arguing... and after a while I realized she was not listening... That my feelings and concerns were not valued or considered part of us being together. This was a major issue for me... the woman I was with had found the singularly most repulsive thing in a relationship that would offend me. Not valuing me.
Close to the end she asked about having a child. She said this while walking in our front door. Out of the blue. I didn't know how such a conversation was supposed to be had but... I couldn't imagine it being while she was unlocking the front door with her back to me. I said sure... but honestly I was like are you kidding!! I've spent the last year sleeping on the far 3rd of the bed away from you! Soon we stopped talking altogether.
What was this? She was perfectly satisfied to watch TV while I worked. One weekend I found myself joking with her family that I was #3 in the house behind the TV and cats... I had said it half in despair and half in hopes she would hear me another way. Seemed like she was perfectly happy to have me "work" till death do us part that somehow this was an acceptable life.
What on earth was this?
T.
My first post. This is some time back but I'm trying to place a description of the LTR woman in my life. ((Look I know waaaaa, but tell me what this was?))
We were seeing each other and one day she told me her parents were selling their house and she needed somewhere to live and she cried. I thought this meant she wanted to live with me and more. (I would never have said this to someone without meaning it.)
I was 27ish as the time and thought well I should do the right thing and we began looking for a house. Houses in my area had already begun a skyward trend and the only thing we could afford was a former rental home (Beaten!). We moved in and I began work rebuilding the home... I spent 6ish years fixing the place up, spending weekends putting patio stones down, installing kitchens, bathrooms, painting etc etc. There was brief talk of having a child to which my suggestion was to prepare herself. (No further mention occurred). One weekend I stayed home to work on the house while she went to her parents cottage she said to me she liked coming home to find things done. I don't know what she thought I was supposed to think of this but... my thoughts were your selfish!
At some point she suggested we move to a larger home, no real explanation was given. In the back of my head I did think crap this place is just coming along nice..... Well in between homes we stayed temp at another place and I had my very 1st VERY serious reservation. What was I doing? I was unfulfilled. She didn't seem to me to behave like a woman who loved me... she seemed perfectly satisfied watching TV. I was welcome to obtain sex from her she wasn't like previous woman I knew... previous women who seemed to be saying... sex is fun... sex is the sport men and woman play together... lets put the mattress on the floor and party.
I was not given any special care. For example on my 30th birthday her friend baked a birthday cake, on occasions where I came home with injuries from sports and I was not tendered.
This went on for about a year in the 2nd home and began to look around at my future... This home was larger and while functional there was no end in site for my labours to end and expense. It was at this time I told her I was not happy... Her reaction was to brush it off. We began arguing... and after a while I realized she was not listening... That my feelings and concerns were not valued or considered part of us being together. This was a major issue for me... the woman I was with had found the singularly most repulsive thing in a relationship that would offend me. Not valuing me.
Close to the end she asked about having a child. She said this while walking in our front door. Out of the blue. I didn't know how such a conversation was supposed to be had but... I couldn't imagine it being while she was unlocking the front door with her back to me. I said sure... but honestly I was like are you kidding!! I've spent the last year sleeping on the far 3rd of the bed away from you! Soon we stopped talking altogether.
What was this? She was perfectly satisfied to watch TV while I worked. One weekend I found myself joking with her family that I was #3 in the house behind the TV and cats... I had said it half in despair and half in hopes she would hear me another way. Seemed like she was perfectly happy to have me "work" till death do us part that somehow this was an acceptable life.
What on earth was this?
T.