About 6 months later while he was working out of town he started acting strange every time I go near or tried to look at his phone, and then I found out he as talking with some girl that was a receptionist at the hotel he was staying at when he was out of town. I did get to speak with her and she was very sorry claiming that she had no idea he was married and had kids. His excuse for the situation was that he was trying to set her up with a friend of his at work but the girl claimed that there was no friend.

Another incident was when I got a phone call from a girl, who would not give me her name, telling me that she was having sex with him. She knew a lot about him, even down to the fact that he had a particular pair of underwear. His excuse this time was he had no clue who it was and that nothing was going on.

When someone tells a joke or says something funny, she looks at me to see if I am laughing and then if I am, she starts laughing too. I know it might be because she admires me, but it is really getting to me. I need an answer on how to stop this. Should I tell her to stop copying me? I don’t know how to resolve this.

Thanks,

When her Father and one of her brothers asked me if I loved her, I said yes. I was trying to convince myself that I did. We went to marriage counseling and the Pastor did a compatibility test and we were so far off, thinking in different directions he said that we would have a challenge, but reassured us that through God all things are possible.

Since I was little, ( I do admit I get a little attitude when I’m angry) my mom yells at me for the littlest things, I have ADHD, but I’m unmediated so I don’t always hear/listen to/remember all of the things she asks me to do and when this happens (often) she gets angry and calls me lazy, fat, or ungrateful. Sometimes we get in arguments and she’ll be yelling at me, so I tell her I don’t appreciate how she speaks to me, or I’ll ask her to please calm down a bit, and she’ll chase me through the house and when I can’t run anywhere else, she’ll hit me until I’ll fall to the ground, at which point (depending on the severity of her anger) she might kick me.

We tried lots of times to help us both enjoy it but for some reason I never could. We ended up talking to some older friends and we thought this would help, but still on trying I have never had any enjoyment out of it, as much as I tried to get into it and let go. I still see it as dirty, or unpleasant and I am not sure if its a mind thing or something wrong physically or both.