Was I justified calling myself a golf widow after 25 years of my husband golfing six days a week and rarely taking me out? He would leave me to fend for the kids and would spend all his time either practicing golf or out on the golf course with his buddies. He even joined a club that staged golf championships that meant he couldn’t miss a golf game or he would lose his position in the race to become the champion. One year, because he was at the top Of the scoreboard, he lied to me about taking a vacation with my kids and my family. He said he had to work but would be joining me the next day. Four days later he still didn’t arrive and I found out from my family on the camping trip that before we left he told them he wasn’t gonna come on the trip at all if he was still in the running to win. (Going on vacation would mean he couldn’t compete.). I was furious because all My family and friends who were going on vacation with us knew my husband was planning on not joining me if push came to shove. He ended up losing the championship and arriving 4 days late to our camping trip.

I suffered in silence for the first 10 years of this treatment because I loved him and didn’t know how to stand up for myself, but when my daughter was diagnosed autistic and I needed more help with her, I started voicing my anger and hurt that he was leaving me to raise our kids By myself. I almost divorced him over this. The only way we got through it was that he eventually sustained a back injury which made it impossible for him to continue golfing.

I try not to think of all those years of neglect, but I am human. Was I too much of a people Pleaser all those years and should I have demanded he quit? Or was I a total Bitch for complaining about this throughout the years.

We are all good now, but it is a sore subject. One of the reasons I put up with it was because he said the only thing that made him feel good about himself was that he was a good golfer.

Just wondering what you all think of the situation…