My wife is a Nag, leech and the definition for the “ole ball and chain.” My wife is simply unpleasant to be around. She behaves completely different around company. She is more polite to complete strangers than she is to me. My wife will never gives me any slack, if I mess up she will be the first one to remind me, and it’s in a tone that makes it seem like everything is the end of the world. She’s constantly nit picking about my weight and diet, even though I have lost 17 pounds in the past month and a half. She hypocritical. Every time I want to do something like hang out with friends or go hunting/fishing, her first instinct is to figure out a reason, any reason, why not to go. Instead she should try and facilitate that activity, like I do for her every time she wants to do something. She’s co-dependent. She has no real hobbies. She has no long term goals or career goals at all. She talks in ambiguous language, so if I do something wrong she can blame it on me miss understanding her or she’ll say didn’t mean it that way.

Long story short, I believe she is in titled. She in titled to a nice car, nice house, nice clothes, expensive food (She doesn’t look at prices while shopping). She doesn’t have to work for anything because she is literally in a contract with me. I feel like back in the day wives worked harder to please the husband because if they didn’t there were repercussions. As bad as it sounds, there was an implication of total abandonment. If I was the early 1900’s I could totally abandon my family and she would be screwed.

As the old adage says,”Don’t bite the hand that feeds you.” This saying means nothing to the “stay at home wife” today. Hell, back in the day there was even a risk of physical violence. I feel like I have a teenager for a wife. She has little respect for me or my wisdom. I’m 3 years older and have vast more life experience than her, yet she wants to argue with me about everything. If I’m hot she’s cold, if I want to go right, she wants to go left, etc...

Everyday I fantasize about killing myself. If I die, everything changes. She will lose the house, time with the kids, retirement, and she will have to get a full time job. If she died the only people who would suffer are my kids because they won’t have a mother anymore. I would literally just have to hire a nanny; and that would be cheaper than having my wife right now!

In my mind I have 2 options: get counseling and stick it out and eventually kill myself, or get counseling and get divorced.

It just kills me when I think every day that this is the life I chose. I have only one life and I feel like I have no control of it.