{"id":9457,"date":"2018-11-15T04:00:45","date_gmt":"2018-11-15T12:00:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lauradoyle.org\/?p=9457"},"modified":"2023-12-20T22:34:10","modified_gmt":"2023-12-21T06:34:10","slug":"i-am-so-resentful","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lauradoyle.org\/blog\/i-am-so-resentful\/","title":{"rendered":"I Am So Resentful"},"content":{"rendered":"

By Stefanie, Laura Doyle Relationship Coach<\/p>\n

I remember when I learned that the word \u201cresentment\u201d comes from the French word \u201csentir,\u201d meaning to feel. As in feeling something over and over.<\/p>\n

No wonder my opportunities for chronic resentment were on automatic replay in my head.<\/p>\n

And I lost no opportunity of telling my husband about them. I was overwhelmed and unsupported, doing everything myself.<\/p>\n

My deepest fear had come to fruition: I was alone. Or at least it felt that way.<\/p>\n

My definition of marriage had been clear (to me, at least). It would be a partnership, everything split 50\/50: the bills, housework, childcare. But for some reason, this was not happening.<\/p>\n

How could this be? When I met Marco, I didn\u2019t think people like him existed. He was so happy. He said that the word \u201cstress\u201d was not in his vocabulary and that he was here to simplify my life.<\/p>\n

But it wasn\u2019t so simple. Who would want a peaceful romance when I could opt for drama? I seemed addicted to it, with zero experience having a peaceful relationship.<\/p>\n

Here\u2019s how I kicked the drama and resentment for lasting peace. <\/a><\/span>Share on X<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

We were just too different. I\u2019m vegan; he\u2019s mostly carnivorous. I worked days as a professor; he works nights as a waiter. I\u2019m a reader; he\u2019s a TV addict. I\u2019m too serious; he\u2019s too carefree.<\/p>\n

The naysayers in my ear said it would never work, and I started to see that they must be right.<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t know why Marco stayed with me. I broke up with him sometimes weekly. The security guards at my apartment must have laughed watching his TV go out the door with him, only to return within a day or two every time.<\/p>\n

As I neared thirty-five, my biological clock was ticking louder than ever, and I needed to make sure he was \u201cthe one.\u201d How could I have a baby with someone I couldn\u2019t trust to take out the trash?<\/p>

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