I GOT MARRIED TO MY WIFE 3 MONTHS AGO BUT I JUST REALIZED I DON’T LOVE HER AND I WANT TO END THE MARRIAGE – SCARED MAN SHARES

I got married to my wife three months ago, and on paper, everything looked right. Our families approved. Friends congratulated us. The wedding was beautiful. The pictures still sit on my phone like proof that I did what was expected of me. But somewhere between the vows and the quiet nights that followed, I realized something terrifying, I don’t love her.

This realization didn’t come with drama or a sudden fight. It came softly, in moments I couldn’t ignore. I noticed it when she talked excitedly about her day and I struggled to stay present. I noticed it when she reached for my hand and it felt more like an obligation than affection. I noticed it in the silence between us.

Before we got married, I told myself love would grow. Everyone said it would. They said marriage is about commitment, not feelings. They said love is built, not found. I believed them. I cared about her, respected her, and didn’t want to disappoint anyone. I convinced myself that was enough.

But living together stripped away all my excuses. I wake up every morning with a knot in my chest, feeling like I am living someone else’s life. I play the role of a husband but inside, I feel empty. I am constantly exhausted, not from the marriage itself, but from pretending my heart is where it isn’t.

What scares me the most is not just that I don’t love her, but that she does love me. She trusts me. She plans a future with confidence and certainty, and every time she does, guilt hits me . I look at her and wonder how I became the person capable of breaking someone else’s heart simply by being honest.

I have tried to fix it quietly. I have prayed. I have waited. I have told myself to be patient, that feelings will come if I just try harder. But the truth keeps returning, louder each day, staying will be a lie, and leaving will be a wound.

Ending a marriage after three months feels like failure. It feels shameful. It feels like I didn’t try hard enough. But staying feels worse. It feels like a slow betrayal, of her, and of myself.

I am scared of the conversation that awaits me. Scared of her tears. Scared of judgment from family and friends. Scared of being labeled irresponsible or heartless. But I am more scared of waking up years from now, still pretending, still empty, still trapped in a life I never truly chose.