Well, I am now living in the camper. Long story, but more of the same old stuff. Of course, it is "all my fault." Too drained to even cry right now. Should I be angry, relieved, or just plain sad? I'm feeling all of those, and more. For now, I am working on making my own secure "nest." Not sure what will come next. One step (and one day) at a time . . .
Cheers,
Lilly
Monday, April 30, 2012
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Things to be thankful for
First of all, thank you for your comments on my last post. Although I don't "know" my internet friends face to face, I do still consider you friends . . . and very much appreciate your support. It helps tremendously.
Tom's Wife, you are correct that I have choices, and could make it on my own if I absolutely had to. Thank you for your faith in me. Diabetes Wife and Michael, thank you for your support as well. I have responded to all your comments on my previous post. I also have a friend I can actually talk to face to face, and she has pointed out some other choices I have besides just walking out and not coming back, as I'm not sure I'm ready to do that just yet . . .
I have already spoken to my brother about leaving some essentials at his house if I feel the need to sleep on his couch again. I will be getting those things together this coming week. That way, I know I will have what I need for work the next day, etc. Thank God he is supportive, and "gets" what is going on.
As the weather is getting warmer, I am spending more time outdoors. We have a wonderful deck in the back yard. Hubby never goes out there. A few days ago, I quietly went out to the deck and ate dinner on my own after he started grousing at me for not "letting him know" that I would be back in time for dinner. I took a family member to an appointment and got home earlier than I had planned. By the way, he had already gotten himself dinner; maybe he just wanted to complain? The peace and quiet while watching and listening to our backyard birds and watching our dog happily romp around the yard was awesome. When I finished eating, I swept the deck, pulled some weeds, and arranged our (well-used but still functional) outdoor furniture to my liking. I stayed out there until it was dark, and enjoyed every minute. I'm now thinking about how I may be able to build a simple, inexpensive fire pit in the back yard as well.
I'm also very fortunate to have a mostly finished basement. He almost never goes to the basement, as it is hard for him to navigate the stairs. With a few inexpensive, finishing touches, I could have an "apartment" down here with pretty much all but a bathroom. I have often referred to the basement as my "woman cave," and it really is. Most self-nurturing, indoor activities that I do at home are centered in the basement. He has often made me feel guilty for spending so much time there, but I'm not going to allow him that power anymore. What he sees as my "selfishness" is my recipe for maintaining my sanity.
I quietly moved a used microwave down here today that had been languishing in our garage. Was able to eat a simple dinner by myself in comparative peace tonight, as he was upstairs ranting about life in general. (Oh, by the way, our freezer is in the basement too and I already have a little coffee maker as well!) He's in no danger of starving, as the upstairs refrigerator is well stocked.
After sleeping for a solid 2 days and 2 nights, he got up around 3 this afternoon and was very nasty to me, saying I should have woken him up. Honestly??? Isn't that his job? Then he said his sugar level was at 75. When I told him to eat something, he said no, he didn't feel like it, and if he didn't, maybe he could just die and make everyone happy. Wow, how to respond to that? I didn't try, but did move myself downstairs.
He hasn't passed out, so I know he got himself something.
Thinking I will be shopping for a small refrigerator next. If this arrangement doesn't work, there is always our camper, which could be set up elsewhere. May sound crazy, but it's nice to know that at least I do have some choices . . .
Tom's Wife, you are correct that I have choices, and could make it on my own if I absolutely had to. Thank you for your faith in me. Diabetes Wife and Michael, thank you for your support as well. I have responded to all your comments on my previous post. I also have a friend I can actually talk to face to face, and she has pointed out some other choices I have besides just walking out and not coming back, as I'm not sure I'm ready to do that just yet . . .
I have already spoken to my brother about leaving some essentials at his house if I feel the need to sleep on his couch again. I will be getting those things together this coming week. That way, I know I will have what I need for work the next day, etc. Thank God he is supportive, and "gets" what is going on.
As the weather is getting warmer, I am spending more time outdoors. We have a wonderful deck in the back yard. Hubby never goes out there. A few days ago, I quietly went out to the deck and ate dinner on my own after he started grousing at me for not "letting him know" that I would be back in time for dinner. I took a family member to an appointment and got home earlier than I had planned. By the way, he had already gotten himself dinner; maybe he just wanted to complain? The peace and quiet while watching and listening to our backyard birds and watching our dog happily romp around the yard was awesome. When I finished eating, I swept the deck, pulled some weeds, and arranged our (well-used but still functional) outdoor furniture to my liking. I stayed out there until it was dark, and enjoyed every minute. I'm now thinking about how I may be able to build a simple, inexpensive fire pit in the back yard as well.
I'm also very fortunate to have a mostly finished basement. He almost never goes to the basement, as it is hard for him to navigate the stairs. With a few inexpensive, finishing touches, I could have an "apartment" down here with pretty much all but a bathroom. I have often referred to the basement as my "woman cave," and it really is. Most self-nurturing, indoor activities that I do at home are centered in the basement. He has often made me feel guilty for spending so much time there, but I'm not going to allow him that power anymore. What he sees as my "selfishness" is my recipe for maintaining my sanity.
I quietly moved a used microwave down here today that had been languishing in our garage. Was able to eat a simple dinner by myself in comparative peace tonight, as he was upstairs ranting about life in general. (Oh, by the way, our freezer is in the basement too and I already have a little coffee maker as well!) He's in no danger of starving, as the upstairs refrigerator is well stocked.
After sleeping for a solid 2 days and 2 nights, he got up around 3 this afternoon and was very nasty to me, saying I should have woken him up. Honestly??? Isn't that his job? Then he said his sugar level was at 75. When I told him to eat something, he said no, he didn't feel like it, and if he didn't, maybe he could just die and make everyone happy. Wow, how to respond to that? I didn't try, but did move myself downstairs.
He hasn't passed out, so I know he got himself something.
Thinking I will be shopping for a small refrigerator next. If this arrangement doesn't work, there is always our camper, which could be set up elsewhere. May sound crazy, but it's nice to know that at least I do have some choices . . .
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Still hanging in there after another big blow-up . . . sort of
I guess it's been 3-4 weeks since this happened, but it was just too painful to write about, and there has been no time. On any given week, my time is at a premium. Thankfully, I have this week off (for what it is worth!)
Anyway, the big blow-up came at the end of an extremely busy week for me, full of meetings, an exercise class (which I have decided I need to stay sane and healthy!), and "doing" for various family members. I hadn't come straight home from work all week, but this is a given almost every week. Hubby knows this. It was Friday, and I was looking forward to the weekend. I finally got home around 8:00 after cleaning my elderly father's house and then grocery shopping. I was exhausted. Hubby had texted me 2 hours before, asking where I was, as I had forgotten to call him, although I had told him the day before where I would be. I thought all was well when I walked in the door. But it wasn't. He made a huge deal about "waiting every day" to eat dinner with me, and not knowing where I was. Among other things, he also griped that I did "everyone else's laundry" but his. (I had brought home my father's laundry to wash. Yes, I feel hubby can do his own, since he does nothing else all day.) He would not stop yelling, and finally said that we "may as well get a divorce, if you're never going to be home!" All because I wasn't there for dinner? By the way, he had plenty of ready-to-eat food in the fridge that he hadn't touched.
At that point, I left with nothing but my purse. Went to my brother's, drank lots of wine, and slept on his couch. Went back home Saturday afternoon and checked hubby's glucose monitor. His sugar was not "off" during his yelling spree. He told me later he "just wanted me to know he was mad," and that if I didn't want him to yell at me when I got home from now on, that I "shouldn't talk to him." Really? Never? I didn't for about 3 days, choosing to e-mail him instead so he couldn't yell at me. To this day, I haven't gotten an apology, and I know that I never will. I also (e-mailed) him that if he truly wanted a divorce, to just let me know, and I would make alternative living arrangements. He tried to say that I was the one who wanted the divorce, and I (e-mailed) him back, that no, it was in his court, and he would be making that decision. I spent a lot of time trying to figure out if I could live year-round in our camper, and also looked at real estate ads for cheap houses...
Then he decided to be "nice" to me. I'm not sure, but I think I scared him. His "niceness" just didn't feel real to me. More like a charade, maybe so I wouldn't leave again? He was on good behavior until Easter Sunday. I had my family over, and he kept saying diggy, unkind things about me in the form of "jokes." Even did it with my son over the phone. He didn't seem to notice that no one else was laughing but him.
Lately, a camper or a cheap house is looking better and better to me. But I am still here. Spending a lot of time in my basement "woman cave" and outdoors as the weather gets nicer...
Thank God for family, friends, quiet lakes (as Diabetes Wife has discovered), and long walks. Some days, they are the only things that keep me going.
Cheers,
Lilly
Anyway, the big blow-up came at the end of an extremely busy week for me, full of meetings, an exercise class (which I have decided I need to stay sane and healthy!), and "doing" for various family members. I hadn't come straight home from work all week, but this is a given almost every week. Hubby knows this. It was Friday, and I was looking forward to the weekend. I finally got home around 8:00 after cleaning my elderly father's house and then grocery shopping. I was exhausted. Hubby had texted me 2 hours before, asking where I was, as I had forgotten to call him, although I had told him the day before where I would be. I thought all was well when I walked in the door. But it wasn't. He made a huge deal about "waiting every day" to eat dinner with me, and not knowing where I was. Among other things, he also griped that I did "everyone else's laundry" but his. (I had brought home my father's laundry to wash. Yes, I feel hubby can do his own, since he does nothing else all day.) He would not stop yelling, and finally said that we "may as well get a divorce, if you're never going to be home!" All because I wasn't there for dinner? By the way, he had plenty of ready-to-eat food in the fridge that he hadn't touched.
At that point, I left with nothing but my purse. Went to my brother's, drank lots of wine, and slept on his couch. Went back home Saturday afternoon and checked hubby's glucose monitor. His sugar was not "off" during his yelling spree. He told me later he "just wanted me to know he was mad," and that if I didn't want him to yell at me when I got home from now on, that I "shouldn't talk to him." Really? Never? I didn't for about 3 days, choosing to e-mail him instead so he couldn't yell at me. To this day, I haven't gotten an apology, and I know that I never will. I also (e-mailed) him that if he truly wanted a divorce, to just let me know, and I would make alternative living arrangements. He tried to say that I was the one who wanted the divorce, and I (e-mailed) him back, that no, it was in his court, and he would be making that decision. I spent a lot of time trying to figure out if I could live year-round in our camper, and also looked at real estate ads for cheap houses...
Then he decided to be "nice" to me. I'm not sure, but I think I scared him. His "niceness" just didn't feel real to me. More like a charade, maybe so I wouldn't leave again? He was on good behavior until Easter Sunday. I had my family over, and he kept saying diggy, unkind things about me in the form of "jokes." Even did it with my son over the phone. He didn't seem to notice that no one else was laughing but him.
Lately, a camper or a cheap house is looking better and better to me. But I am still here. Spending a lot of time in my basement "woman cave" and outdoors as the weather gets nicer...
Thank God for family, friends, quiet lakes (as Diabetes Wife has discovered), and long walks. Some days, they are the only things that keep me going.
Cheers,
Lilly
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