I confess, I wanted this marriage like manna from heaven. I was 30 years old, three failed relationships behind me that never ended in marriage. Men just wanted to use me, but not marry me. I was already disappointed in men. Then I met Robert. He was divorced and had a daughter from a previous marriage who lived with her mother. But he has his own apartment, as well as a stable job. Honestly, I could not dream of more. We met each other for about six months and got married right away. Let me tell you right away, his past life did not bother me at all. It would be strange for a man of 36 to be without a past, wouldn’t it?
Anyway, after the wedding, I offered Robert to live in my apartment. First of all, so that unnecessarily did not come to visit my mother-in-law. I hate these checks, and secondly, only in my apartment I felt like a mistress. Then we decided that we would share the rent and food equally.
It was like a European family. And I was fine with it, but only until one moment. After a while my spouse began to dictate to me what I need and what I do not. In terms of shopping.
Here we go to the park and I say I want ice cream, hinting that he bought it for me. And he tells me in response, that it is harmful and I do not need. He doesn’t buy it. Or once at the mall I wanted a fancy suit. Again he told me that I did not need it. But how do I not need it, if I want it.
And I don’t understand whether he’s sorry to buy me something, or what to call it. Why is he acting like this and what to do?
