A rant
Sorry for posting this here, but I don't want my wife to find it on the public site. Actually, I'm sorry for posting it at all.
I'm trying to keep positive. I'm trying to stay active in our life. I've stopped going online after work in the evening so I can be with my family. I help with dinner, cleanup, homework, etc. I take time to play, goof around, just relax.
My wife was in tears yesterday over me "not being there." She said that even when I'm physically there, I'm not there. When I'm online, or at a meeting, or reading or writing, it's even worse, of course. She refers to these activities as "wound licking." Other times I'm just zoned out, and even the times when I realize that, I can't always get myself grounded.
I had tried to get her to tell me why she was crying, half expecting that she would announce she wants to end our marriage. She told me over and over, "There's nothing wrong. It's my problem. Go take care of your problems."
I finally got something out of her. She feels that I entered our relationship deceptively, by "hiding" my abuse history. Actually, my mother had regaled her with tales of my father's temper and physical abuse, so she can't say she was completely ignorant of all abuse when we got engaged.
I wish I had never brought it (SA) to her. Not that I wish I had continued to keep it secret, but I wish I had not burdened her with it. She asks, "What else do you have hidden?" and I don't know how to answer that. I have not cheated on her. I continued with pot, and sometimes something stronger into the beginning of our marriage, but I managed to "switch" to workaholic around the time our first child was born. (50-60 hours a week an hour away from home by 2001)
I feel like I've done something terrible to her, and I can't undo it. I feel like shit. I can't talk about this with her. She didn't sign up to help me recover. I don't know what I can do that won't make me feel worse. Everything takes away from something else. I had an image yesterday of myself as a rat in a corner. Not some animal with a vicious bite preparing to defend itself. Just vermin.
I need to find a way to make this easier on her. I know I'm not right, but she's hurting while I try to get right, and that's not fair. I brought it to her, and I should find a way to make it easier on her.
It has taken nearly two hours to write this, and it reads back like I hate myself or something. I know things aren't as bad as I feel like they are. But knowing doesn't help.
Sorry to piss on your day.
Joe
I'm trying to keep positive. I'm trying to stay active in our life. I've stopped going online after work in the evening so I can be with my family. I help with dinner, cleanup, homework, etc. I take time to play, goof around, just relax.
My wife was in tears yesterday over me "not being there." She said that even when I'm physically there, I'm not there. When I'm online, or at a meeting, or reading or writing, it's even worse, of course. She refers to these activities as "wound licking." Other times I'm just zoned out, and even the times when I realize that, I can't always get myself grounded.
I had tried to get her to tell me why she was crying, half expecting that she would announce she wants to end our marriage. She told me over and over, "There's nothing wrong. It's my problem. Go take care of your problems."
I finally got something out of her. She feels that I entered our relationship deceptively, by "hiding" my abuse history. Actually, my mother had regaled her with tales of my father's temper and physical abuse, so she can't say she was completely ignorant of all abuse when we got engaged.
I wish I had never brought it (SA) to her. Not that I wish I had continued to keep it secret, but I wish I had not burdened her with it. She asks, "What else do you have hidden?" and I don't know how to answer that. I have not cheated on her. I continued with pot, and sometimes something stronger into the beginning of our marriage, but I managed to "switch" to workaholic around the time our first child was born. (50-60 hours a week an hour away from home by 2001)
I feel like I've done something terrible to her, and I can't undo it. I feel like shit. I can't talk about this with her. She didn't sign up to help me recover. I don't know what I can do that won't make me feel worse. Everything takes away from something else. I had an image yesterday of myself as a rat in a corner. Not some animal with a vicious bite preparing to defend itself. Just vermin.
I need to find a way to make this easier on her. I know I'm not right, but she's hurting while I try to get right, and that's not fair. I brought it to her, and I should find a way to make it easier on her.
It has taken nearly two hours to write this, and it reads back like I hate myself or something. I know things aren't as bad as I feel like they are. But knowing doesn't help.
Sorry to piss on your day.
Joe