Hi everyone, thank you for all ya'll replies! Me having gotten jealous was new to me; I was not like that before, and we didn't have trust issues back then. Because of a past relationship of mine where the guy would willingly humiliate me in front of others by how he treated others compared to me at parties etc, I had promised myself that even if I loved someone I would never put up with that again. I think what has made me insecure is that my husband would change to me so much from who he was with me, us, to who he became at these parties, events so it was that feeling of being disconnected suddenly from him and too this "cool" guy was not someone I fancied.
Just like mentioned above, my husband would never touch me either in any way to signal to me and to others that we were a couple, that he was suppose to be into me. If and when I would try small gestures of touching him he would let me know he didn't like it, like real sharp tone and look in the eye, and that bewildered me, hurt as in our private lives he is all for it; usually take the lead to show all kinds of physical tenderness.
There would be times I would not know where he had gone off too (lots of times, actually) and I would have to ask and to look, like really look, at times not even close by. He would act as if he had not taken me to these things at all and once there as if I was there by myself and he was there by himself. Again, warning bells from my past. I did not know he was autistic when all this went on.
He is someone who walks fast (when I walk beside him it feels as if I am on a power walk) so there were these times when he would just jump out of the car and just walk; and leave me with everything else. So as he would get first to these things I suppose some people would assume he came by himself or that I was just a friend or maybe relative.
There were these formal functions where other people would afterwards try to push me in his direction, as he had only seated himself to where he was suppose to be and not even looking my or our way. Times when I too felt like saying I'm not with him, as he so clearly showed he was not with me.
I would accumulate these happenings and ask him why he was like that and he would get defensive about it which only made me more insecure. He would say that he hadn't enjoyed going there or being there and had only wanted it to be over with so we could go home. I thought then maybe he was stressed out to the point that he didn't know what he was doing even if he thought what ever he was doing was just fine; He did not think he had broken any social codes, in mannerism.
It got to the point when I told him that I was not going. He could go on his own as that is what he did anyways and I could go someplace where I did not have to be humiliated. That I did not know who he turned into each time we were suppose to go out but that that was not my husband and I did not know who the hell that was but he could keep that character to himself so I didn't need to be exposed to him anymore. That I as his partner had taken for granted that if we went somewhere that I would be treated the way I wanted to treat him; that it was not "cool" that he signaled that I was a nobody to him, or not important to him in any way. I did not mean he had to be glued to me, but all these little signs to show we were any type of couple - it wasn't there on his part. And I was not going to chase after him, and ask what he was doing. I was fed up. I was hurt. One time at an event I saw a man ever so gently touching his partner and I felt like crying; because I knew something so special had been robbed from me and how platonic me and my husband came across as both what he was signaling to me, and to others. I would never have done that to him. I would never do that to nobody. It was one of those times when I thought to myself those days are gone, I will never again know the feeling of a man showing me that type of appreciation at any type of functions, parties. One could reason and say so what, I got it at home, but I still felt something important was missing and I couldn't take it anymore. I would later tell him I wanted to know what it felt like to be treated by the man that I loved in a way where I could feel he was proud and loving me and not afraid to show it. That life was too short for me to never have that feeling again. That hit a core. I did not say it out of anger, I said it because I was grieving and I was saying I was done. That this compromise didn't work for me.
I don't think he had realized just how serious this was. He would before go in defense and then later excuse his behavior and saying his parents (where autism also is I very much suspect anyhow) hadn't taught him (and he had a point there. I would say one parent, who I don't think is autistic, would try to show how, but the other parent would be like my husband was). He had thought his ways of being had been the right proper ways, despite that I am thinking he must have seen how other husbands were with their wives. He said he was not comfortable "showing off" as if the smallest type of attention or physical tenderness would be showing off.
There were times I had to witness women knowing we were a couple and still flirt with him; one time I walked right into such a situation, and she gave me such a victory look while he would not even look at me. I simply walked out.
I suppose me refusing to go with him, or invite him to go with me as I could not stand it no more, not one more incident more, was too when he began to understand how serious this was. At the time I was hurting and it was not as an intent to show him this is the price he had to pay; it was about that I could simply not put myself through that again, risking it would happen again. That it was suppose to be about us enjoying ourselves, and I didn't. I would get stress symptoms way before even.
Before I thought I had come to terms that he had so many other great qualities about him that so what if he treated me at most as if I was a friend at these things; I had the real him once we were out of there, and for me to treat him exactly how he had treated me. As I would have the same attitude as he had I could tell he got nervous if we were in a bar or night club as then it was as if he got it; rings or no rings guys were looking at me, flirting with me and he would one time get so upset and refuse to make me go somewhere. He would glue himself to me.
I think unfortunately he had grown up watching his, what I suspect autistic parent, be like at such things and thought that was following protocols and I would think despite the other parent's efforts but then too giving it up, they would come across not as a couple and hardly even as friends. I would tell my husband that I wanted our children to see parents who were not afraid to show we loved each other, not overdoing it, not making a spectacle of ourselves, but simply secured in our relationship and enough to show ourselves that and if others happened to be looking not to be afraid to still show that; as that is what I tried to tell him was how other couples were behaving and that was following protocol; what he had been taught was not and he could stick by that for all he was worth if that is what he liked but he had hurt me and he had made me have second thoughts about us. I would ask him one time if he loved me or was just with me out of convenience and if around others was he proud of me or ashamed of me because it felt as if I was invisible and that he was ashamed of me perhaps even; that I did not know how to read his signals and he made a fool out of me, for other women to make fun of while flirting with him. I would tell him that I was not ashamed to show him I loved him but that it hurt that he apparently was not giving this relationship, me, the quality I thought it deserved, and that I could frankly find that with someone else; I could find someone in my future who knew how to treat me right and to give me that special feeling around others. He changed drastically after that; I didn't have any hopes that he would, but he has. When I did understand he was autistic, and most likely his other parent as well, it felt way better regarding all this mess, than how I had viewed it before.