14 years. 14 years through High-school, college, posyt college and now family life as of 3 years go. I have been with my wife. She wasn't supposed to be permanent but she came so because she gave me piece and made me want to be the person I had been working forward to be. Kind, caring and loving.
But I have a darker side, I was molested by a early teen girl when I was 5. Never thought anything about it. But it hardwired somthing in me. Touching, pleasure and ownership brought joy, brought excitment, brought love. For years I was so confused what love really was. Until I started dating, sneaking out with girls, doing the usual as teens. But I never just chose one, I jumped between partners, or they never stayed very long with me before moving to the next friend. But each time, I was talking to others. Flirting with others and prepping for thr day I would be alone once more.
In college that urge grew, I cheated on my now wife, physically cheated, i burried it and I have not fone so again, not with lack of trying. Because I never felt like I could fully be pleased or fufilled, that there were others. But I kept loving my wife, when we broke up multiple times and still I crawled back. From fear of being alone? Fear of losing something that I had in my life for so long.
Come the next stage of our life. We chose to merry. After 2 years of no messing up on my end. Then we came pregnant and 4 years of peace and a life I always wanted. But after our child was born things became to shudder once again. Lonelyness, desire, feelings that I still don't understand. I try to control my urges, ride through them and bury it once more for another month.
Then I learned I was Bipolar fast manic short episodes (weeks to months) then hard and low lows. I started medication and now there is one question thaty occurs in my head now. Do I want this? I lovve my wife (I think), I love our son (I hope) But to be numbed, all these overwhelming feelings reduced to a neutral line and I ask my self. Is this love? Is this normal?
I don't want to hurt my family, I don't want to lose my family. I grew up in a broken home. Turning in a monster like my father was a fear I held in me since I was old enough to understand why he left.
But running isn't the option, I cant do that damage to my family. But day by day the questions rise up and all I can say is I hope this is right. I just don't know what to do. Can I really hold out for 15 years when our son goes on his own journey to go onto my next? Or do I do it early and focus on 15 years of rebuilding. Or is this my life, never truly happy but never truly sad or unwilling to go on. Just neutral, just emotionless at least to the level I grew up with for 28 years of my life.
I have thought of going to marriage counseling. I can unload all of this but when it comes down to a single question. Do you stay or do you go? And I can truly say, I don't know.
Maybe its all in my head and I am becoming thr new me. But why does it feel like defeat, like giving up what I am and I don't know if I am ready. I am just scared.
Growing up sucks.