For 12 years, I was married to a conventionally “nice guy.”
He never hit me. Never cheated (or at least I didn’t know and we never had infidelity issues), he never even argued much.
He was calm. Quiet. Agreeable.
In the beginning I thought that meant I was safe, and I felt lucky to have him.
Because other women had worse right?
But this is exactly why the marriage eventually failed…His “good guy” image meant he never led.
He never decided.
He never carried weight.
So I did. I had to step in and keep the boat rowing and afloat.
Financially. Emotionally. Strategically.
And eventually I was left tired, exhausted and resentful.
Because “nice” without initiative is passivity.
And passivity turns a wife into infrastructure.
I wasn’t married to a monster.
I was married to a passenger.
And I had to step off that car that was leading me to oblivion.
madurar es volver a conectar con la chica rara de 14 años que llevas dentro, que sabía exactamente quién era antes de que el mundo intentara convencerla de lo contrario