I left my wife because of her sickly jealousy
Jealousy is a feeling that can totally gangrene a couple. Experiencing jealousy is a normal reaction when measured and does not deviate on a form of paranoia, does not create permanent seizures and does not turn into sickly jealousy. Living with a sickly jealous spouse, that is, suspicious, suspicious, possessive, paranoid, who does not trust is a real ordeal over time.
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It becomes obsessive and therefore can easily be unlivable. And lead a couple straight to the breakup. This is the case in the following testimony: a man in love and faithful ended up leaving his wife because of his sickly jealousy. I left my wife because of her sickly jealousy: a poignant testimony.
Testimony: I left my wife because of her sickly jealousy
“Our meeting is contemporary with our time, it is part of this virtual world, of these meetings 2.0. I met my ex on a dating site and I have always assumed it. At the moment, many couples are formed in this way and I have never been ashamed to tell how I knew her.
On the contrary, it even proved that online dating sites were not just anthills of singles looking for one-night stand plans or unfaithful couples. We were the example that we can meet virtually and fall in love to the point of embarking on the adventure of the couple and the common life.
I think I fell in love with her very quickly. (I left my wife because of her sickly jealousy)
I was aware of his excessive side, of some of his faults, of this insidious jealousy but I did not worry too much about it. I even think that at the time, at the beginning, I found it rather flattering.
I was in love, she loved me too and for me her outbursts of jealousy were proofs of love. I put things into perspective, saw only the good side of things. And then it spiced up our couple, we lived a passionate, fusional story and I thought that was love. That blood side, that jealousy.
But everything changed very quickly when we decided to live together. His jealousy was invited into our new home at the same time as everything else.
I tried to understand, to reassure her, to prove to her that she had no reason to doubt me, my feelings and my commitment to her. But it was stronger than her. Her past was catching up with her and she was unable to dominate her old demons. She said she loved me but didn’t trust me and doubted my love.
Every day, she multiplied the incredible things to watch me, to find evidence of infidelity, to justify her distrust of me.
She needed to feed her sickly jealousy. Because that is what it is, a disease.
I knew the nights when she would get up, thinking I was asleep, to rummage through my phone or peel the computer history. She found subterfuges to hack my passwords on social networks. She even went so far as to ask her single friends to check the male profiles on dating sites to be sure that I was no longer there since we met.
It happened to her to return from work earlier, not to surprise me, but to catch me in the act of adultery because, not immediately responding to her sms, she was convinced that I was deceiving her and that I was leading a double life.
My evenings with friends had become real ordeals.
She would have tears so I wouldn’t go, and when I finally left, she tried to hold me back by emotional blackmail. Unable to do so, she bombarded me with text messages and calls as soon as she walked through the door.
Wanting to prove to her that she had nothing to fear, I had introduced her to my friends, most of whom were in a relationship. That did not help. She could not stand any of my friends’ companions, seeing in each of them unfaithful women and therefore potential rivals.
She became paranoid, convinced that I did not love her, despite my declarations of love, my desire to help her, my commitment to her and our life together.
I didn’t know what to do to help him. I told his friends, his family, the doctor. After each crisis, I tried to reason with her, calm her down and make her understand that she needed help. To understand the reasons for her excessive jealousy, for her and for us. I’ve tried over and over again.
I loved her, I wanted her to get better. But I couldn’t do it. His sickly jealousy got the better of our love. I had become a prisoner of my couple, not strong enough to help the woman I loved, I didn’t have the weapons for.
I blamed myself but I finally realized that if I stayed, I was going to go crazy. We were hurting ourselves too much. So I left her.
I left my wife because of her sickly jealousy. There was no other way out.
Two years of love reduced to nothing. But it was necessary, vital even for me. And for her. It was a long time before she understood that I had to break up. That this was the only solution. She harassed me for days, alternating between screams and tears. Then suddenly, radio silence.
I learned from her family that she had had like a delayed electroshock. At the time, she did not want to believe in our separation. She was in denial of the situation and her sickly jealousy. She finally opened her eyes. Today, she agreed to talk to a professional about it. She is followed and she tries to get better.
For my part, I take my time. I need to be alone to mourn this story that I believed so much in at the beginning. Is the possibility of a second chance between us conceivable? I think not, because even if we say that we can try to fix something that has been broken, I do not think we can put back what has been completely broken. »
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