History: Marriage

Many have jokingly described marriage as a prison, which I used to find ridiculous and still do to some degree.  I do not think every marriage is a prison, but mine certainly was.  Not because I couldn't do what I wanted, far from it, because I was constantly lonely in my own home. 
I'm not going to go in depth into the rest of the years.  I had a list of things I'd planned to discuss, but the bottom line is that he changed the second we got married.  Before marriage he was constantly pursuing me,  touching me, and telling me how much he loved me.  After marriage it seemed that his only thought was to how to get away from me.  I have no idea what changed in his mind and heart, but one would think that six years of constant affection and love would be a good track record to start a marriage.  I couldn't have been more wrong. 
Were there measures I could have taken to prevent this?  I don't think so.  The only thing I could have done was not marry him.  Do I wish I had never married him?  Unfortunately, yes. I planned to marry once and only once, which I'll discuss in depth at a later date, so I do regret marrying him.  Some have asked me if it was a necessary growing experience.  To those people say "Hell No!"  I do not believe in starter marriages or trial marriages, I believe in keeping every promise I make, and I am infuriated that I am being forced by another human being to break my vows. 
Life is a journey, but promises are precise.  Don't make a forever promise if you don't mean it.  It is okay to call off an engagement if you are unsure, because it is decidedly not okay to "call off" a marriage.  Thus ends my rant for the day.  Upcoming posts will focus on specific topics like sex, shame, embarrassment, blame, and more.