So, husband has taken these past 2 weeks on "holiday" pay. The 1st week, we went up to Edinburgh because my husband had booked me a couple of nights at a hotel for my 30th. It was freezing! So cold that my hands went so dry and red despite me wearing gloves that I had to get hand lotion for myself π«£ getting up there was a pain though. Husband is the only driver, and when we were driving to our hotel it was dark, and roads not clearly marked. But, we had fun, especially being able to get a tram from right outside the hotel to the city centre! I especially enjoyed visiting the Surgeons Hall and Museum. My electric wheelchairs battery would run out every day, but that was more because it's very hilly in just the city! π so, husband would get angry when pushing me around. We then went straight to Newcastle to see a musician. That was alright.
Now, this week, he'd planned to do so many things in our house, like deep clean and/or tidy, but things weren't really going on track. The other day, he was hoovering up, and for some reason the hoover wasn't switching on. He'd checked everything was still safe for using, and he'd bashed the plug into the socket in anger. He got a fine through the post, all for following his mate's insistence of driving down a road, ignoring what husband was telling him. When I told husband, and argued with the friend to have him pay (Β£30, so water off a duck's back), husband was walking around the house, shouting and punching the door frames in anger. He told me he doesn't want to be this guy's friend anymore. All the guy ever seems to do is walk over husband. I had husband refer himself to therapy, after I gave him a shoulder and chest to cry on.
Today, husband wanted to switch some of our old plug sockets to new ones with USB ports. Out of 4 sockets, he's managed to only get one sorted. The other 3 need new back boxes, and he got really angry again. He looked like he wanted to cry, especially when I told him he's allowed to cry. "I don't cry, Charlotte!" He said, so I had to take a new way of trying to explain how I can remain peaceful.
Told him, "you've spent so long having to put your anger behind a brick wall. Like a prison. Now that you feel safe enough to take down some of the wall, your anger has all spilled out at once." I think he found solace with that analogy. I know he still feels a little cruddy from losing his temper in just my company, but he'll hopefully get seen soon by a therapist.
Please see photo of what we went to last week π
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