The kids are away on vacation. They have gone to be with their grandmother and the rest of our family in California. I miss them terribly already. I let them go although I know my condition will worsen when they are not around. Did I make a mistake? I am not a selfish person; even through my depression. I want my kids to be happy too...and they miss the family terribly while we are away from the States. My husband is at work for 9 hours...but breaks halfway though on most days, and comes home to have lunch with me.
Being home alone gives me too much time to think. Why have I been thinking about the entire course of my life...as if these will be my last days? I can't stop reflecting....but I will discuss this later....as I don't feel I fully understand my own feelings concerning the issue at this time.
The house is quiet, except for the sound of the TV, and one of my three neighbours mowing their lawns. Lunch...which we call dinner, is prepared as the biggest meal of the day at noon time. It makes sense to eat that way...since we have another 8 to 10 hours to burn it off...depending on what time one goes to bed. Today we had Rice covered with Red Kidney beans, fried chicken, and cold slaw. I was having a good day. He loves the way I cook. I prepare meals from scratch...99% of the times. However, my husband never complains no matter what I cook, but is concerned about my sadness.
For dinner its something simple...a cup of tea or coffee....and the last meal of the day here is called "TEA". For tea we have things like bread/bun and cheese, maybe some salami or eggs. I sometimes work up an appetite for lunch, and I want nothing more than to go back to bed. When late evening comes he comes home sometimes in a good mood, but usually with a story to tell about work. He has worked hard, and worked up an appetite. I have no appetite and would rather stay in bed, but he forces me to have "Tea" with him. I prepare it, and we used to all sit at the table and have great conversations about government, religion, LGBT community and what new law is being passed, and what celebrity did what. Now, he does all the talking and I just listen. The children are gone and I don't have much to say.
Tonight at Tea slapped him. I didn't do it out of anger or rage. I was in a playful mood. He snapped and yelled at me. I apologized. He asked me to never do it again...I snapped...and told him I realize now that he didn't like it and I wouldn't do it ever again. A part of the reason I did it is because when we wrestle or have foreplay he doesn't seem to mind...he actually likes it. So, that was a sudden change for me...and now, I'm just sitting up wondering what to do with these feelings that has developed inside me.
I feel lost, sometimes I feel as if I don't really know him. I got up from the table and he gently grabbed me by my arm...and asked me not to do the "quiet thing". Yes, the quiet thing is horrible, especially since the kids are not here with us. I told him I was fine, and I was just trying to hear the TV from the bedroom. I made up that excuse, but he wasn't buying. I proceeded to the kitchen sink and begun to do the dishes. He asked me if I could please speak to him. I told him I'm ok, and that he knows how 'weird' I am. He chuckled at that, but I was very serious. I cannot manage my emotions, and he knows I have no control over them. I have been off my meds for over 9 months now...and he knows this is 'me'. I'm over-emotional, anxious, no middle moods....just very low and somewhat high.
Also, what I haven't been telling him is about the mini panic attacks, my racing heart rate, my sleeplessness, my anxieties, my insecurities from being alone, and my deep desire to just die. And I rather die than to go back on Anti-Depressants. Perhaps, he is the one that doesn't really know me. He said he wanted his sparkly, bubbly Desi back, and that he would give me some time. I don't know how to have a simple disagreement without falling into an even deeper, darker pit of depression. I don't know how to bounce back. I don't know how to tell him I'm falling apart. The thing is, we never fight, we never argue...but when we do...once in a blue moon....I don't know how to handle it.
He is counting on me to be well, without the meds. We have been trying to have a baby... I will not conceive if I have those stupid, aggravating, anti-depressants in me so that the baby can be born addicted to them. Maybe I'm not the one to give him a child. My two girls are not his biologically, but no one can tell him other wise. And for them...he is daddy! They are his girls and nothing will ever change that...but he wants more....starting with a son....and then as many as we can have. I want that too....but I'm so messed up...all I want to do is die some days. I have Sleep Apnea, Severe Depression and Anxiety, Prehypertension and I'm Hypoglycaemic. What the hell am I good for? He deserves better. Perhaps, I should leave before he leaves me!!
He is laying down in bed, and I love to watch him sleep. His face is so beautiful for a man's. His eyes are gently like his nature. He sleeps without a shirt and with just his boxers...and no matter how hot it is...he pulls a cover over us both...and he holds me thru the night. He kisses me when he wakes up in the morning.... every morning....on the lips...and I pull the cover over my own lips and say good morning. It doesn't matter to him that I haven't brushed my teeth yet. He tells me that I wake up beautiful so I should never wear make-up. He says I'm the most beautiful woman in the world. He sends me a text message and tells me he loves me....at least once a day. And I think to myself... "What a Blessing....What a Loving man.... How did I end up with this one...He is a protector and a provider....so charming, handsome, honest and devoted?"
When the children are gone...perhaps to college I should leave. The younger one is 11...maybe we won't have any more...and I can just leave him....so he can find the happiness he deserves with someone else. I am sucking the life out of him. It's not fair....he deserves better!!! Much better....I'm tired...so tired of feeling and fighting this. I'm so tired. Can't do it any more.