Please ignore the above trolls, san_jose_gay and ime.
Marriage was really hard. She just did not want it to work. She was not going to allow it to work. She was completely unwilling to be any kind of a partner. Rather, once married everything was to be subordination to outside standards.
Never would she have engaged in sexual infidelity, as she wanted to be right.
Her infidelities were in her idolatrous relationship with money, and in the con artists she got involved with. Eventually I had the State of California act against some of them.
Even to this day the ex is very difficult to communicate with. When she does stuff, she does it in problematic ways, ways which cause problems for other people.
I have woken up in the mornings from nightmares of some how again being trapped in cohabitation with her. Then after some more minutes I remind myself that no such thing is true.
That vision of the woman in the kitchen, always cooking, but always not in anyway allowing partnership.
So as we know, 1+1 = 2. But in relationship situations another kind of math comes into play. Sometimes 1+1 = 3, or maybe 5.5, or maybe about 8.
But in our case 1+1 = 0.5, or maybe only 0.2.
It was just a big crippling, as she would not allow any kind of partnership or shared goals. She felt she had more power by always invoking outside norms, and backing these up via emotional terrorism.
Of course if I ever really acted on this, I'd be serving a life in prison term, if not dead now.
So I had to learn to control my temper, at all times, until I could never be provoked. What she was trying to do always was to provoke me.
The woman in the kitchen, I don't ever want to go through that again, as it means she is there, but she is not allowing the marriage to work. It is just one big nightmare,
I most definitely would never want to live with a woman again. Its like having no home.
There could be some sort of a commune, where the men and women live separately and they control their area. That would be okay, as they would have to resolve all of their disputes themselves.
My ex had friends, and they were problematic. They compared married life. And this always meant trouble. Anything will mean trouble if there is no partnership.
Of her group of 7 high school friends, they all had had horrid marriages. So she followed them. And I saw one of her friends do the same thing myself.
I feel like I have survived something akin to a Death Camp. Death was to have been the only way out, and for so long I feared this.
Never again live with a woman, never again have a legal entanglement with a woman.
SJG