Anger
Happenstance
Registrant
I have found, over the past month and a half or so, that my rage becomes uncontrollable. My wife presses me to talk to her, but only after she has had too much to drink, which is often. I know she has a problem, she knows she has a problem, we all have a fricking problem. Here's the deal; she only drinks after the kids go to bed, and she never drinks during the day. Other thing, she was molested by her grandfather when she was a kid(10 - 14 years old). She says she is fine with what happened, as she says she has come to terms with it and focuses now on me and her(our)son. For those not familiar with my situation, Doe(my step-son) was molested by his baseball coach. I got it from a male babysitter in Stuttgart, Germany.
Now, the rest of the problem: my wife gets jealous when she drinks. Her jealousy is centered on Doe and I talking to each other about our problem and not to her. I have told her I could not yet tell her what was bothering me about the disturbing similarities between what happened to Doe and what happened to me. I try not to think about any of it, because when she pushes me, keeps needling me to talk, I start punching. Not her or the kids, I have enough prescense of mind to not do that. However, the poor cabinet in the garage has a rather wounded look to it, as do my knuckles.
It gets to the point where I just can't stand the thought of any of it anymore, and I snap. I know, I know, therapy. Not only will it be good for me but it will be good for Doe to see me doing it. Money is too tight this close to Christmas for me to go skipping off to a therapist, though. And, last time I went, they wanted to prescribe me pills. I don't want pills. I want both of those bastards gone from my head.
Sometimes I find myself making a fist in front of my forehead and then flinging away what I hope I managed to capture inside that fist. Sometimes that works, other times I think of how psycho I probably look and all it does is give me the shivers. What the frig is wrong with me? Am I finally cracking up? I know I need help, but with my schedule and with the lack of funds(I do have health insurance, but the co-pay is what would get us--between me and Doe, it'd be over $40.00 for one visit each, and he goes 2-3 times a month), it just does not seem feesible right now.
As far as the anger thing goes, I have tried leaving the room and cleaning, I have tried counting to 10, 20, 50...nothing works. The anger, when it peaks, is too quick and scathing. I have noticed, afterwards, how much hatred is involved with that anger, but not hatred for my wife. Even if she presses my buttons, I love her dearly, and she has heard my sob story often enough to be numb to anything else I might have to say.
Sorry for the rant, guys. I know there is nothing to be done until I go to therapy. I am just concerned about this rage thing. I try to be a happy person. But sometimes, when I get pushed, that poor fucking cabinet in the garage...it looks sadder than I do.
Now, the rest of the problem: my wife gets jealous when she drinks. Her jealousy is centered on Doe and I talking to each other about our problem and not to her. I have told her I could not yet tell her what was bothering me about the disturbing similarities between what happened to Doe and what happened to me. I try not to think about any of it, because when she pushes me, keeps needling me to talk, I start punching. Not her or the kids, I have enough prescense of mind to not do that. However, the poor cabinet in the garage has a rather wounded look to it, as do my knuckles.
It gets to the point where I just can't stand the thought of any of it anymore, and I snap. I know, I know, therapy. Not only will it be good for me but it will be good for Doe to see me doing it. Money is too tight this close to Christmas for me to go skipping off to a therapist, though. And, last time I went, they wanted to prescribe me pills. I don't want pills. I want both of those bastards gone from my head.
Sometimes I find myself making a fist in front of my forehead and then flinging away what I hope I managed to capture inside that fist. Sometimes that works, other times I think of how psycho I probably look and all it does is give me the shivers. What the frig is wrong with me? Am I finally cracking up? I know I need help, but with my schedule and with the lack of funds(I do have health insurance, but the co-pay is what would get us--between me and Doe, it'd be over $40.00 for one visit each, and he goes 2-3 times a month), it just does not seem feesible right now.
As far as the anger thing goes, I have tried leaving the room and cleaning, I have tried counting to 10, 20, 50...nothing works. The anger, when it peaks, is too quick and scathing. I have noticed, afterwards, how much hatred is involved with that anger, but not hatred for my wife. Even if she presses my buttons, I love her dearly, and she has heard my sob story often enough to be numb to anything else I might have to say.
Sorry for the rant, guys. I know there is nothing to be done until I go to therapy. I am just concerned about this rage thing. I try to be a happy person. But sometimes, when I get pushed, that poor fucking cabinet in the garage...it looks sadder than I do.