We had an outstanding 3 hour argument on Thursday about everything. And I mean a PROPER argument. Me crying so hard I couldn’t talk, him screeching at me, the works. As a rule we are not a couple that argues.
Let’s just say I had a lot to talk about at counselling.
I had a panic attack that day on the walk home from the shops. I got back and had to change my phone background from him to one of my dog. I felt… betrayed?? The more I sat and worked it out the more I realised that it was because he’d triggered the big red “abusive dad” button in my head. The dog chewed something of his that day and I was worried about telling him because I had a fear he would hurt the dog. He never would but my dad once threw my childhood dog over a 6ft fence because it wouldn’t stop barking.
I think it was that feeling of fear that I resented him creating in me and it was probably the shock of seeing that anger in him come out. He hadn’t realised the true extent of how lonely I am and how much I am struggling right now as essentially his life hasn’t changed a great deal. He is still going out to work at the same job and most of his hobbies are unaffected.
I’ve been trying to work out with my counsellor why the prospect of moving house is fucking me up so badly. Like to the point while boxing things up I leant on a wall and cried.
1 – almost every reaction I have comes from a place of fear and worry
2 – this house is probably the safest space I have ever known: I own it, it currently has no debt, my family home is full of horrors from my dad and my 2nd home was rented and never felt secure to me. This house has been in my name from the start. It was a consistency when my ex left, when I was suicidal, when my mom died..
3 – I do not feel like this sacrifice is acknowledged. I can’t say this to my husband without coming across like a bitch and making out he is a burden. There is a small, hurt part of me that wants recognition at the fact that I am giving up my security, going back into debt, leaving behind my comfort blanket for him and his kids. Specifically for his kids benefit. I don’t resent them, I walked into this relationship with my eyes open…. but I just feel like I am being made to feel bad about wanting to leave all these things behind.
Then tonight my husband had a text from his ex because one of the kids had made out we just leave them unattended while I am at work and he is asleep. My mental resolve is so low at the moment I just want to do a full confrontation but that of course would be the worst thing in the world. They can never remember what they did 3 hours previously let alone remember something shitty they did days ago.
I want a break from myself. I just want to hand my body over to someone and be like “tell me how to make this look good”. I feel like a fucking swamp witch.
I am so so so exhausted. I just want to give up but the motivational force of self loathing won’t let me. I am still alive though. The depression is back but the suicidal fantasies aren’t. Horrible waking nightmare intrusive thoughts about terrible things happening to the dog are apparently trending though