She Stopped Speaking To Me, and I didn't know why.
This was my dream 5 nights ago. How many of us have gone through a similar situation? The story ending is open because there is an aftermath, that I hope to write when my dream continues.
I could have detailed more of the sex, or lack of it, but it was not germain to the story.
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Jane and I (Greg) married less than 4 years ago. I thought everything was great. We had our four-year degrees, worked in the field of our choices, and were saving money for a house. We wanted a house as a place to start a family.
Jane worked as I did. When she got home early, she prepared our dinner. When I got home early, I prepared our dinner. Jane decided what we would eat. She made a list of what to buy. Either she or I would stop by the supermarket and buy the items according to her list. It all depended on who got home first. Whoever got home later kissed the cheek of the spouse already home.
I thought we had an egalitarian marriage. We argued some, but not very much. At the end of each argument, we made love. Our love sessions were intense. Sometimes she asked to stop. Other times, I did. We both slept in the raw. There was nothing like looking at the nude body of my wife. No matter how tired I was, looking at her nude sleeping body, gave me a painful erection.
The last one up in the morning prompted a "good morning." The last one to bed at night, prompter a "good night," before sleep overtook us.
SUDDENLY
One day Jane stopped speaking to me. She continued doing everything she did prior to that. Our lives together were the same as before she stopped speaking to me. It didn't make sense. I asked her time and time again what the problem was. She smiled each time, but didn't say anything.
There was no hint about why she stopped speaking with me. Jane continued speaking with others. She spoke with her parents on the phone. She spoke with her friends on the phone, but she wouldn't speak to me.
We continued doing everything we did before she stopped speaking with me. Jane communicated to me with handwritten notes, or text messages between our phones. . When it was more convenient she used hand movements to or show me what she wanted. If she wanted me to sit at the table or couch with her, she used hand motions. If she wanted to know what I wanted when she went shopping, she gave me a partial list of items already on it. when things were super unclear, she wrote out a note on paper or sent me a text.
I didn't know why the change. At first, I thought it was a game of sorts. It went on for too long. When she stopped using our morning and evening greetings, I felt something was wrong. When she took the TV remote from me instead of asking me to change channels, I knew something was wrong.
Once she stopped speaking to me, things changed, and some things did not. Along with not speaking, there were other changes.
She stopped initiating sex. She never refused me when I initiated it, but it was like having sex with a corpse. After a few times of having sex with the dead, I stopped trying. I asked her many times, what was wrong. She smiled and didn't say anything. We had been sleeping in the same bedroom on the same mattress. We slept without touching. In frustration, I moved out of the master bedroom. She never said or communicated a word about it.
Since she stopped speaking to me, my life became very convoluted. I guess she was trying to tell me something, but I didn't know what. I asked her many times what was wrong. All she did was smile then continue with her business. Our communications came down to text messages or paper notes. No matter how many times I asked her what was wrong, she never told me.
Jane spoke to others in person or on the phone. She spoke to others, in front of me, but never to me. She never answered me when I asked her a question. When I talked to her, in front of others, she smiled and continued the conversation with the others. We continued socializing with "friends". In front of friends she would speak to others, but not me. It was humiliating and insulting.
Not one person in our social circle volunteered any info on what caused my wife to stop speaking to me. I asked but got no answers. I explained to everyone that I did not know what caused her to stop speaking to me. No one helped me understand what was going on. I know that many of the people we associated with, knew my wife's reason to stop speaking to me. No one ever told me or hinted anything to me.
It was so bad that if we met with others, we drove in separate cars. We came and left at different times. I am not sure how she explained that to everyone. No one ever asked me to explain it. When we went to her parents for dinner, no one mentioned our lack of communication. No one questioned why we arrived and left in different cars at different times. Everyone was friendly, and, unfriendly at the same time
At times, I thought she might be having an affair. Not speaking to me was a prelude to separation and eventual divorce. I mentioned this to her several times over dinner. She responded by shaking her head from side to side, then smiled and continued with what she had been doing. I wasn't getting anywhere and couldn't see where to go.
Four months after Jane stopped speaking with me, I had enough. I told her over dinner that I would not put up with her not speaking to me much longer. I still did not understand why she was doing this. She smiled.
Whatever her reason, when your spouse stops speaking with you, there is no home life. Your marriage is holding on by a thread, and you don't know why. This affected my work. I asked several of my workmates what they thought about my situation. No one had any idea. No one heard of a situation like mine. If a person did something wrong, there would be a lot of yelling and screaming. The wronged person would explain how they were wronged. Since I was the only one speaking, I stopped. We weren't talking. My wife would never know how much this was affecting my work because I stopped talking about it as well.
I was coming home from a miserable day at work to a silent, miserable evening or weekend at home. I looked for excuses to avoid coming home. The pub was an escape. I started coming home later and later. At first, I called home to say I would be late. She was on the line, but never responded. After a while I stopped calling home to say I would be late. When I arrived home, no matter how late, she would look at me, but say nothing. I saw a tear roll down her cheek. Even then, she wouldn't say anything.
It was about 5 months after she stopped speaking to me that I decided to change my life. I thought about divorce, but that was a long and costly process. I was in danger of losing my job because I was depressed and not productive. It was only a matter of time before I would be unemployed. The handwriting was on the wall. I couldn't fix my performance at work if I didn't fix my home life.
My wife continued working. She would leave in the morning without saying anything. She returned in the evening, again without saying anything. I knew she was coming or leaving by the sound of the doors closing. Since my wife was not speaking to me, I had no idea how she was doing at work. Was she as miserable as I was?
I felt boxed in. My wife wasn't my wife anymore. It affected everything I thought, felt or did. The only way to break out of this box was to leave everything behind and start anew. I had a lot of ties with Jane. We depended on each other's income to sustain our current lifestyle. Losing my job would have a great financial impact on us. We had common friends and a social circle that I currently questioned. For a new start, I needed a new job, preferable far away. I began answering job search ads. I contacted companies that could use my skills. I went to job boards and special interest forums. Within a month I had three responses. Taking time off, I met with two of them. Each time it required that I take a day off from work. Both potential job offers were a 4-6 hour drive from where I was.
The offer I received and accepted was a 6-hour drive from my current location. My new employer agreed to a start date in three weeks. They would get for a short term accommodation until I found something permanent.