The other absolute mind fuck as well is this inner war raging in me because i feel a sense of shame about my feelings of resentment, of anger, of hurt.
I keep thinking that if i were more understanding, more sympathetic, more empathetic i'd totally and utterly get that my H's brain is simply wired differently to mine and that in and of itself is a wonderful thing and while i do recognise that, it still beats this angry tattoo in my head.
He is the calm to my storm, the logic to my whimsy. He has so many strengths that balance out my weaknesses so why am i like this? Why can i be so unforgiving of those moments when he is blind to my needs and our children, through no fault of his own?
This is such a thought dump and i apologise. And while to some it may read as a bashing of those with a diagnosis who live and battle and struggle to be understood, every single day. It really isn't. I'm not sure what it is. Maybe a coming to terms? I'm allowed that aren't i? A sort of period of adjustment with no clear idea of how long that will take though. But i am trying to educate myself, to learn, to grow but i don't think i will ever fully 'get' it.
I love my H. He loves me. I guess we are both just trying to find our way back together, it's just i can't do it on my own nor can i manage it if he won't at least try to take some teeny tiny baby steps with me. And that's where my inner conflict arises.
It's this war of wanting him to take some responsibility but learning on my part where he really struggles to help himself and therefore help me.
I've never really let it out before, i never realised how deeply my confusion ran and how it must also confuse and befuddle my husband. I mean he must be thinking, where has this come from?