My husband and I are completely different. We are polar opposites of each other. When we had met, we liked each other a lot. He liked me for the ambitions and dreams I had been chasing and I liked him for his sensitive and emotionally available personality. He had become the man of my dreams, even though we met through our parents. And soon, the arranged marriage set-up turned into love.
The first year of our marriage was a beautiful phase. I felt really supported by my husband and I felt grateful to have him. With him handling the household, I was able to pursue my dreams and ambitions. I soon got a job with a really good position and salary. I was elated and so was my husband. As time went by, I got really busy with my job and I could hardly spend any time at my home with my husband.
No matter how busy I am, he never has any problem. He likes spending time by himself in our home. He is a homely man and is very content with only a few things in his life that give him happiness. All he thinks about is me and his books. While I do like this side of him, I secretly hate it as well.
The type of men I like are manly. Even though I fell in love with my husband at first, I don’t feel attracted to him anymore. He is too soft and emotional. I like a man who is strong, manly and authoritative. I prefer to be around people who are ambitious, confident and poised. My husband is the exact opposite of all this. Slowly, I began feeling resentful towards him. The love I had for him began to disappear.
The more I thought about my husband, the more I wanted to talk to other men. The colleagues in my workplace are so confident and manly; it makes me want to expand my circle more. I am not sure if I am ready to cheat on my husband with another man, but I for sure, want to flirt around a little bit. Everything is too monotonous in my marriage.
And, to be honest, I also want my husband to do something that will shift his focus from me. I want him to have an
affair with another woman so that he can get out of the house and get a life! He is too cooped up in our home. He is completely dependent on the money his parents have left him. He is too ‘available’ for me—I want him to focus on things other than me. This irks me too much and hence, I have fallen out of love with him.
Sometimes, I feel it is too selfish of me to think so but I have no choice left. I never knew he would be such a meek man.