My husband signed a lease on his own apartment today..It's my fault
Well at least 90% because that man won't talk "feelings or emotion" unless ur pulling teethš
So my new sad people doctor told me I should get all these feelings off my chest and with the stupid ass anxiety from being angry for so long this would never happen in an in person settingš ...so, sorry in advance for the sad and also for the unorganized conspiracy string board jumble this will most likely be for me to put everything out there. I have a deadline also....which helps alot.
It's ridiculous that I need that, like a fucking child...
but it helps..
But i guess as most of yall know, it's how we roll so š¤·š¼āāļøš
i wasnt attentive...
i was overwhelmed...a..g..a..i..n........
i let my hygiene go....(sweetbabyjeezuswtfiswrongwithme???š¤¢)
i let my anger take over...
hyperstimulated to things that my brain was telling me were the most important & allowing it because of the shame I felt about not being able to please him the way he deserved and the way I so desperately wanted to be able to.
years ago because I was sad we lost our house and had to relocate to another state and start over. (A majority being my fault also, unable to handle crisis and change well&unable to keep organized and mentally focused as the stresses built up)
i was sad...
i was angry...
I was ashamed I fuked up..again
I couldn't get over it..
Was prescribed an antidepressant, after 3 weeks had a semi-breakdown rocking crying&freakin out and was told to stop taking the drug. Within a week sex drive was kaput....I mean nothing!?š²...AT ALL!!!š¬ Talked to the doctor who said the drug changes shit in ur brain and that "it is what it is" basically...š«
My husband has put up with so much over the last 8 years & I feel so ashamed that I am the cause of the majority of it...
Our house was always a mess, even tho I know how much he hated that. And I miss how clean or place always was when my brain was in a good stress and crisis free cycle. I would try, i would start something and get overwhelmed at how bad I let it get and then give up because of the amount of crap there was to do..
was only professionally diagnosed with ADHD after calling a mental health crisis hotline the day he told me he wanted the divorce the end of last month.
my love leaving me...
Our future obliterated...
The part of our dreams of growing old on the ranch gone...
Fears a biatch...
fear of admitting you're the problem....
fear of admitting you HAVE a problem...
fear of doctors who when you were small put you on every drug from citalopram to lithium & everything in between...all I remember is that I felt like a zombie every freakin time, like there was no reason to live just to be ThErE...
The Army helped for the short time I was in...
the discipline...
the routine...
I could feel myself slipping after discharge tho ..its why having his support was so appreciated even tho I didn't let him know just how much.
I want him to remember the woman he fell in love with. I want him to hold me like he used to (instead of being disgusted by my lack of hygiene and self care)I want him to be able to feel like he can rely on me instead of always being the responsible one.
I want to be that woman and so much better...
For me...
For him..
For the possibility that one day he'll forgive me and see that I'll stay in the program for...ev....er... if thays what it takes to keep my brain focused on the things I love, helping to ignore the noise, seeing him laugh, doing things we used to do before I tried to hide away from the world.
from my failures...
my pain...
my anger...
..my inadequacies.
I want him to be proud of me like I have always been of him for how far he's come since we got together so long ago. I know it must be hard to remember the great times when for the longest now we've both just been in survival mode because of my fuked up brain. He's taken care of everything. The bills, the house, the cars, I've been nothing but a burden on him, unable to even do the simple things like just going into the grocery to shop but instead I freak out in the car outside the store and then drive off without going in to buy the things we need, more angry than b4 i tried because of my own sense of failure. Forget that little something I know he'd want because I was so angry all the time.
NOW....I go in anyway..and smile.
And get the pillow I know he'd like that I've wanted to get him for years, or the nail polish that I used to love getting cutesy for him with so long ago when I actually liked myself.
I'll admit I should've sought help sooner but again I say, it is HARD to admit you ARE the problem...many days I just wish my brain worked like everyone else's.
The hormone shots are Karma for my cowardice
...I'm sure of it now.
He told me about a week ago that he had been feeling like a loser and that killed me, because the whole time I had been trying to reassure him that he was NEVER the problem.
I was hospitalized a two months ago...ish and had thought of him and all he's been thru the whole time I was there. The second they offered the shot I jumped at it because I wanted to be able to be the wife he deserved & even tho the other doc told me nothing would help....I was willing to try ANYTHING for him, for us...
And now I have the drive I used to...the energy I hadn't had in so long that made me feel like everything coukd wait cause as long as I had dinner ready I had won the day. how sad. I didn't even realize it...
How much I missed touching him, pleasing him...and how much he must've missed that too. Now I want to wake him with pleasure again in the mornings, send him to bed happy every night like we used to do..that always made me so happy. And the drive to do it is there....but there will never be another. Only ever for my husband. See, Karmas a biatch folksš š
He deserves to be happy and I desperately want that for him. I just wish I could have gotten snapped out of this cycle before he felt the need to run away from me and find that happiness somewhere else...with someone else.
He will always be my only love, and I will try my hardest to forgive myself for putting him through it all.
.... hopefully I can prove to him that I would do anything only to have him in my life, wished I had asked for the help I needed sooner & couldve shown how much he always meant to me like a normal fuking person does and maybe just maybe...one day...
...he'll come home.