When is enough enough?
I don't speak much about this process with my husband of 42 years.
He's known most of my story all along.
Hell, he was my therapist's boyfriend (long story)
I'm always been reluctant to talk to him about it, usually because it felt like therapy.
When I do, his responses are always short.
One he always pulls out is, "How long am I going to let this guy(s) live in my head"?
A few months ago, I got very disturbed seeing a video of the man who kidnapped me.
It stirred a lot up.
Yesterday I mentioned something to my husband and he said that stupid phrase.
And things like "moving on" and "how much therapy?"
I answered, "You know I don't feel my dick; I can't feel my dick; the doctor said it wasn't physical. WTF is in between me and my dick? They are. I just know it"
Fuck, I felt so fucking tiny and failed.
I also thought he (with a pretty fucked up past) would understand.
A few hours later, I received an email from the documentary director who "would be happy" to talk to me about the kidnapper.
I was reluctant to share my good news with my husband.
But didn't want to stuff my excitement.
He said, "Oh Good!" as if he was happy for me.
Ugh
So fuck it.
I will do what I need to do.
Enough is when I say so.
He's known most of my story all along.
Hell, he was my therapist's boyfriend (long story)
I'm always been reluctant to talk to him about it, usually because it felt like therapy.
When I do, his responses are always short.
One he always pulls out is, "How long am I going to let this guy(s) live in my head"?
A few months ago, I got very disturbed seeing a video of the man who kidnapped me.
It stirred a lot up.
Yesterday I mentioned something to my husband and he said that stupid phrase.
And things like "moving on" and "how much therapy?"
I answered, "You know I don't feel my dick; I can't feel my dick; the doctor said it wasn't physical. WTF is in between me and my dick? They are. I just know it"
Fuck, I felt so fucking tiny and failed.
I also thought he (with a pretty fucked up past) would understand.
A few hours later, I received an email from the documentary director who "would be happy" to talk to me about the kidnapper.
I was reluctant to share my good news with my husband.
But didn't want to stuff my excitement.
He said, "Oh Good!" as if he was happy for me.
Ugh
So fuck it.
I will do what I need to do.
Enough is when I say so.
 
 

 
 
 

 
 

 
 
 
 
