Good evening lovely ones,
I am wondering what to write, and wondering whether to, as I have no advice for those of you dealing with painful things in the past.
I have had a couple of nasties, an emotionally abusive relationship in my twenties, that I thought I deserved because I let him do it to me. But years (and years) later, I have come to think that I loved the bastard and I was really young, and a really nice person, so it wasn't my fault. A very nasty when I was about 11, that coloured all my realtionships with men, any men, for a long time. I don't know if one ever gets over these things, but for my own self, a counsellor wouldn't have helped (I don't think) because I didn't want to think about it for a very long time.
There again, if I'd had proper counselling at 11, maybe I wouldn't have countenenced the bastard the horrid chap at 24!
Anyhoo, Dc1 is safely esconced at a hotel in London, until his house is paperworked! I was fairly tearful on Saturday, but ok. But, then last night, suddenly I wanted to drink (and drink), I poured a glass of red wine, and calculated what we had left in the cupboards! enough, I thought [shame]. I looked at the glass, and then wondered....was I going to or not, was I going to shut the kitchen door (washing up, don't you know!!) and drink the house dry, yes even the gin came into my calculations, and I had work today.
I didn't even think really, I went into the living room, and said to Dh "I want to drink the house dry", and he said "that might be not such a good idea, because you've got work early tomorrow, do you want a sandwich?".... so I had supper and a bath, and was so relieved this morning. Where does this come from? I don't know where I'm going with this, or if it makes any sense, but I just don't why sometimes it gets me like that, the feeling hasn't been so powerful for a long time.
Sorry for the mega post
love to all
xxxx