I came out to my husband in August. I knew it would be hard, and it was. It really fucking was. But I was brave and proud and ready to start moving forward and face the next steps of the process towards separation and divorce.
Except he has been adamant that divorce is not an option for him. He believes we will (not just should, but WILL) stay married because “marriage isn’t just about sex.” I cannot get him to understand that being gay also is not just about sex. He can’t grasp the gravity of how profound it is to finally embrace the identity that I have been involuntarily repressing since quite literally the 6th grade. I mean, I don’t expect anyone to really get it unless they’ve lived it. But again, he can’t see past sex when he considers what it means to be gay.
Tonight I moved to the couch to sleep for the first night (should’ve done so a while ago). It feels like a step in the right direction, but I just know I’ll be met with the same stonewall attitude the next time we talk. I know that this hurts him, and I hate that so much. I don’t WANT to hurt him. I also know he needs time to process, but I don’t think any processing is going on. I think he’s dug his heels in, and if I ever expect a chance to live authentically, I’ll have to drag him through divorce. We also have two kids (7 and 4), which makes that prospect so much more painful to envision. I feel like a monster wanting to single-handedly break up the family that they’ve known.
We’re in a such a stalemate. I mean, how do we determine who “gets their way”? I know in my heart that I need to get divorced, live authentically, and model the values that I hold to my kids (did I mention he’s staunchly conservative?). But he obviously feels very passionately the opposite.
It feels like I had one foot out of the closet, or maybe even both feet, just to be shoved back in and expected to stay there. 😞
EDIT:
Appreciate the comments so much and am poring over everyone’s advice. Definitely some stuff I need to put serious thought to.
I have always said that I’m physically safe here and kinda shrugged that part off (though his first reaction back in August was way more explosive than I’d anticipated, just not directed at me but at the walls and stuff and he apologized for that), but I’m opening my eyes to how bad being mentally and emotionally unsafe is.
Financially things aren’t simple but also not hopeless. I work part time and will be moving to full time soonish. The main problem is that all of our finances are 100% combined which makes it hard for me to establish any sort of of independent foundation, which pisses me off because I was very independent and capable with an established career before getting married. I am learning that comphet is so much more than just feeling like a woman has to marry a man. This type of financial meshing is part of that construct too. Fuck comphet.
My kids are my motivation. I’m obviously so close to the situation that sometimes all I can see is how hard it will be to change their “normal” and not see them every day. But big picture, I have to protect them from growing up and ending up in a situation like this because they saw it as part of that “normal.”