1. My main reason is clinical anxiety/ptsd/depression/ocd. I was sexually assaulted by a close friend, and some other things happened. I literally freak out if I am around too many men, or even just in a room alone with one. And it only really got worse after going through treatment for a year. Nightmares are fun. And constant guilt tripping goes crazy.
2. Gender dysphoria, while in a straight marriage and religious. Speaks for itself. I refuse to look at mirrors or really take care of this body that I cant make myself love.
3. Isolation. Due to some of my wifes insecurities, I've had to cut off many childhood friends. And it is hard to spend time with the ones I have left due to the same fact. I've actually just given up on having friends. To expand on that, after having a certain close friend I made recently abuse me while I was drunk, I found it very hard to trust people. So I relied on my childhood friends, who I've literally seen grow up because I thought I could trust them. But due to my wifes insecurities of me being closer to them than her, I've been forced to cut them off.
3.5 This is an issue in the first place because I cant talk to her without being belittled or yelled at. I tried, for years, to explain that how she talks to me hurts my feelings. Every time she would either get angry with me/ argue, or play victim. And so, I gave up on having a close relationship with her. It never mattered that I controlled my words to the best of my ability, or that I never yelled at her, or that I tried my hardest to be as understanding. I simply felt unheard and uncared for. And I've told her in and out of couples therapy but no one but myself seems capable of change.
4. Bonus. She recently(few days ago) acknowledged all of this for once. And Im supposed to just accept this. After years and a long time of this, Im supposed to be ok with this. I don't want to open up to her, nor anyone else. Well, i don't have anyone else anymore. Regardless, Im done. I'm "supposed" to continue being a good husband after this, be a loving and functioning member of society. i'm done. Its like a few years too late. And im a fucking shitty husband for that.
Every single time she asked me to change something or do something I've done it without question. Everytime the couples therapist gave me a task or explained how I could be a better husband I did it. I would ask her regularly how I could be better, what she needed from me, how I could support her. And without question I would do it. Because I wanted to be a better man than my father, and my step father. Im not the best husband. I wouldn't even say Im a good husband but i tried my damn hardest. But it never mattered as there was always something new for me to start working on, because i am never good enough. Never enough. Im honestly convinced Im just the shittiest person in the world, married to an infallible woman. And im done.
That's why I want to kill myself. I miss my damn fucking friends. They were the best fucking people I've ever met. I don't give a damn that one was a witch and another one a lesbian. They were the best fucking people i knew-- and I've met many other religious people. Ill always love them.