NC’d because DH knows my regular nickname (not anything sinister, I just show him funny stuff sometimes).
It was our wedding anniversary yesterday. And it kind of brought a lot of things I have been feeling for a while to a head.
It’s no one major thing. A lot of things really. Miss matched sex drives we just can’t quite seem to reconcile (it’s laughable how close to a match we are- I’d like to have sex three times a week, he’d like twice). Never quite got round to having kids. Moved a few times for work and never put down social roots.
On the plus side. Funny, good job, generally easy going.
But on the down side. He was really unsupportive when my dad died last year. He just didn’t get it. He offered to pick me up from grief counselling and shouted at me in the car home because I picked up a coffee whilst he was on his way to get me (I texted him and said I was finished, so he could come to collect me. I asked he if wanted to go for a coffee and a chat then, he said no, so I said I’d get a takeaway one, did he want anything).
I was in floods of tears and he just kept shouting at me that I was wasting his time and he was really busy at work and I didn’t appreciate that he was using his valuable time to give me a lift.
I just felt like I couldn’t grieve in front of him at all. So I used to get up sometimes in the middle of the night to cry. I’ve never felt so alone. My dad was my last living close relative.
I realised this morning I have no memory really of our anniversary last year (it was a few months after my dad died). All that time is pretty hazy after the shouting in the car.
His dad was diagnosed with a terminal illness last autumn and I’d dreading when he dies for a lot of reasons. It’ll be the first time anyone’s he’s really close to has died and I’m scared about how it will affect him given how he reacted when my dad died. I also have no idea how to act toward him/support him. I don’t even know if I will be able to support him, given how he was towards me. I kind of want to be a bigger person than that, but I also don’t want to be a doormat.
He was also really unsupportive when I had flu last winter. I would never go out to work when he’s ill and not check if he needed/wanted anything or just generally make sure there were supplies in the house (food/medicine) if he was bedridden. He got really huffy if I asked him to do anything for me, even just leave some water by the bed. Again, he felt I was wasting his time (he’s very driven and focussed at work, very successful).
To exacerbate it all he to take any suggestion of change as a personal criticism e.g. if you want to do something other than the usual, that means life isn’t perfect and that means you are attacking me. I can’t live like that, never wanting to do anything new or different.
He isn’t very comfortable with emotions- his own or anyone else’s and I just feel,suffocated by that. I feel like I can’t show joy or sadness or anything else without it being stamped on and brought down.
He can be very negative and critical,at times (in general, not particularly aimed at me) and it just gets me down to see him fault finding. His mum is very like that and I think that is where he gets both his tendency to be critical and his super sensitivity at being criticized. But I feel like he’s got an emotional age of about 6 or 7 not that of someone in his 40s.
Last night I dreamt I was married to someone else (old boyfriend) but getting divorced from him, moving back in with my mum (she died ten years ago) and starting to go out with a guy I knew at school. I don’t think that’s the best sign.
DH has shown some signs of change since his dad was diagnosed- he’s suddenly developed an ability to understand that I have different needs and feelings than he does. But I don’t know if this is a genuine change or if he just realises he will go through loss and grief himself soon so it’ll be better if I’m still around when that happens. I think he realises how close I came to leaving him after the shouting in the car.
So I got up really early this morning and started crying uncontrollably over my dad being dead and not seeing how I can continue with my marriage. I don’t know if that is how I’m feeling now or if it’s just a flashback to suppressed feelings from last year. DH got up to go to the loo about an hour later and heard me crying. He gave me a hug, which is a lot of progress. I just don’t know if it’s enough for me. I’m so emotionally exhausted.
Sorry that was so long. Once I started it just came pouring out.