DeLaFaye
Lover of Monsters
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- May 11, 2022
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I've had a few rather lengthy chats with hubby about the emotional rawness around his attitude and my writing. He understands, and given our life he's great about helping out and making sure I have time to write, I do appreciate that. But he outright refuses to read any of my stuff here, and he's yet to finish my manuscript that I gave him a copy of 8+ months ago. That's what kills me. I spent years on it, poured so much of myself into, etc. and just...nothing. Gutted doesn't really begin to describe it. I've communicated all of this, and he says he'll read it, and then reads about 3 pages before he'd rather do practically anything else. It's hard to live that reality with someone that supposedly loves you and also think that what you wrote is halfway decent. Speaking as objectively as I possibly can, it's at the very least on par with my best stuff here. I'd argue a fair bit better, but I don't really think that's the issue. (Oof, sorry for the rant!After 20+ years on Lit, I can tell by glancing at their portfolio what kind of writer they are. You can tell their kinks and writing ability. You have a steady stream of Red H's & high scores, some in difficult categories. Not to be too blunt, but your hubby is full of shit! You don't achieve that if you can't TELL a story! Please, keep on writing.
My own wife read my first stories and gave me the rah-rah, good job response. After a while, it was apparent to me that she was just being supportive. She never asked questions about what I wrote or made suggestions. (except once, I'll get to that)
It made me mad when she kept raving about an author that wrote sci-fi/fantasy stories. Purchased all his books @ $7-$9 each and talked about them constantly. She never mentioned mine. To my knowledge, she has never told anyone that I write. I finally stopped telling her when I published, I'd maybe share a great comment or good score with her. I finally asked if she was reading anything and the answer was no. Even when my books started selling online, there was little interest.
BUT...
About 10 years ago something happened that really upset me. When I told her, she seemed to not really get it.
I wrote it into one of my first stories verbatim about 5 years ago (unpublished). She read it and came to me. "I didn't realize you felt that way, I'm sorry!) That was cathartic!
So some good!

I'm so happy you had that cathartic moment! I think it's very easy for anyone who doesn't write to kind of overlook the vulnerability around it. It's just as much of an art form as any other, you're putting yourself out there, you want the people that love you and that you love to share in the experience of it all. And it's so deflating when they don't get that. I hope she gets that now.
And thank you so much for your kind words! It really does mean a lot to me and I very much appreciate it!
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