Ok.
- What happened. This is my story, undoubtedly dh will have a different version but this is about me.
I haven't been listened to for ten years. I had to shout, cry, go mental everytime I wanted to put my point across. Sometimes it worked, painfully for all involved, sometimes it didn't, same pain.
I've been pushed into a life that is not quite me, that does not make me happy, and that does not suit me, through emotional blackmail (which of course worked because I let it, pushing exactly my weakest point).
I have been accused of being ungrateful, selfish, the worst wife because of my failure to accept and be happy with what I was given.
But I never wanted to be given anything. I thought we'll get everything together.
Dh wanted to provide for me and give me the universe. I kept saying I did not want the universe. I wanted us to built our own world. He kept saying I should accept as all his strenuous efforts to get it would otherwise be wasted. It is his role: his to die for me, me to celebrate his labour.
I thought him dying would be such a waste, what about all the fun? All these things to do together? All this life to be lived?
I am too tired for this, he said. You can afford such thoughts as your life is, thanks to me, free from real pressures, he said.
(We have two dc. I never wanted to be a f/t sahm. Dh does no housework except for mowing the lawn. Dh says I am not grateful for what I have. I said I earnt it. He says I am not grateful. We disagree.)
The same old story. As boring as it sounds.
- what do I want.
To live a life in which I am a protagonist.
- What does it need to happen?
I need to be on my own.
- what can I do?
Detach myself for the emotional tangle that is suffocating and blocking me.
Awfulness explained. If I am nice nothing is going to change. I am pushing dh away to get enough space to jump.
I think.
(Sorry long
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Something2say, thank you. Now I admire myself as well. I have survived.