A while back I was told me that I needed someone to remind me of my own value. I thought I had someone who did that but now have realized that I do not.
I had my very first art show, showing my button art. (It was extremely well received!) My husband didn't even come. Of all the artists there, only 3 were chosen to be on a Q&A panel and I was one of them! He wasn't there.
When I think back of our 2 disabled kids, he never helped with them at all. I was the one who fought for services for our brain damaged son. I would sit at home when I wasn't working and cry in frustration because I had SO much trouble getting him what he needed. At one point Mike said he was so angry at me because I gave all my attention to our son. Well, crap on him! He could have helped me so I had time for myself and for us!
Our other son had to go to Shriners in Chicago regularly. It's a rather grueling trip. Shriners drive us (bless them) but their vans are not the most comfortable in the world and it's a 4.5 hour trip - one way. I made Mike take him once and all he did afterwards was complain about the trip and how he would never do it again! So I step again, up to do the hard work.
Looking back on this I realize that he does not handle caregiving well, or even support. Don't get me wrong, he's a wonderful man, but obviously, this is not his strong point.
No wonder my button art gives me such a feeling of value. It's the only time someone (other people) validate me and that's the only time I get it... (sigh)