[Actual Final Update] My wife only wants to go to Disney World for our vacations:
January 27, 2025
If you haven’t been following, here’s the TL;DR of the situation: first, my wife Jess wanted to go to Aulani, the Disney Resort, for our upcoming vacation. This was after nine consecutive trips to Disney World. I eventually agreed to this plan. Then, Jess had a minor car accident in our driveway. She felt she couldn’t make it to Hawaii, and therefore we made a compromise where we’d go to Disney World one more time.
So, long story short, last week Jess overplayed her hand. Even before that, I found her recounting of the car accident and the extent of her injuries suspicious. When she doesn’t know I’m watching, she moves normally, will pick things up off the floor, and generally seems perfectly healthy. When she sees me nearby, she exaggerates every movement, holds her lower back, and limps.
Well, on Saturday, Jess approached me saying that she wanted to move. This made no sense. We had so little money throughout our 20s and early 30s, and now we're financially well off solely because I finally have an amazing job in our area. Jess said she understood this, but she argued that she wanted to live closer to her parents. She asked me to move to Orlando with her.
So, first off: her parents do not live in Orlando. They live in Atlanta, which is smack dab right in between where we currently live and Orlando. Jess cited there being more flight options, and then she tacked on that she may have a job opportunity in Orlando. When I asked her to show me the job, she showed me a $16/hour sales associate position for a sector where she has absolutely zero knowledge and experience.
I’m not proud of this, but I snapped. I told her she just wanted to move closer to Disney World, that she was tearing our lives up so she could go take pictures with Disney princesses, and that she was a horrible wife. Jess denied this, naturally, and she told me that she’s moving to Orlando with or without me because her parents need her.
After this, Jess went to her room and started listening to Disney music with the volume at max, singing along. I listened to her rendition of Let It Go more times than I can count (maybe “It” refers to me here). The next morning, she told me that she was moving to Orlando with or without me, and said that if I want to be a “piece of shit husband,” I can just stay where I am.
I’m going to just be a piece of shit husband. I’ve tried. I’ve tried to deny the obvious because it would make Jess happy, but I can’t anymore. I just want to be alone.
I wasn’t responding to your comments, but they’ve helped me more than you can know. Thank you to everyone who posted.
