Flash of Anger, Word of Truth
One thing that I rarely do is to yell at my wife. I may yell at other people, but not at her. Only twice in recent memory. Once while I was struggling about telling her about my abuse. I was being a real pain in the ass, and she turned to me and asked what my problem was. I went ballistic and yelled, " I'll tell you what my problem is...my fucking brother sexually abused me for years." Somehow that flash of anger enabled me to say what was really on the inside.
It happened again, yesterday. We were outside and I couldn't get the riding mower to run. Got mad, kicked the seat and said some pretty rough words. She looked at me and said, "What is going on with you?" At which point I started to cry and said, "What wrong with me? What's wrong with me is that I don't want my life to end this way. I dont's want my life to end with me being like this and feeling like this."
Another flash of anger where truth came out. I had never said that, but it is the truth and it gnaws away at me, and I have been afraid to say it to her, to my therapist, and maybe to myself. I am older than many here, so maybe it's that. I don't know. I just don't want this to be all there is. I worry that there might not be time for enough therapy to turn the tide or something.
I need to not feel that way, and as long as I give in to those feelings, I am adding to the problem and my abuser is winning.
It happened again, yesterday. We were outside and I couldn't get the riding mower to run. Got mad, kicked the seat and said some pretty rough words. She looked at me and said, "What is going on with you?" At which point I started to cry and said, "What wrong with me? What's wrong with me is that I don't want my life to end this way. I dont's want my life to end with me being like this and feeling like this."
Another flash of anger where truth came out. I had never said that, but it is the truth and it gnaws away at me, and I have been afraid to say it to her, to my therapist, and maybe to myself. I am older than many here, so maybe it's that. I don't know. I just don't want this to be all there is. I worry that there might not be time for enough therapy to turn the tide or something.
I need to not feel that way, and as long as I give in to those feelings, I am adding to the problem and my abuser is winning.