Looking in the Mirror
My husband is having such a difficult time. I am trying to look hard at myself and see if there are ways that I enmesh myself with his life and his path so that I can avoid some sort of awareness of personal responsibility within myself.
I know that I have been incredibly selfish, self-centered, childish and unwilling to give up my sense of entitlement to certain indulgences in my own life. I want so much to be a responsible, caring human being and I doubt my own intentions when it comes to my husband all the time.
I had to put down some pretty clear boundaries, again, this past weekend and it is so difficult for me to do this. I feel as if I am wounding my husband by doing this.
I have been saying to myself lately, "I am out of control!" and I meant it as self-recrimination, then I realized it was the acknowledgement of a truth: I am not in control of his life and his choices.
Sometimes I wonder if I got involved with a survivor because I thought there would be LESS at risk. As if, because we had similar pasts there would be less risk of being hurt. I suppose that's what codependence is, huh.
I feel like my children's nerves are just beserk these days. I feel like I have forgotten how to parent.
It's a rainy morning and I'm in the library trying to study. I guess I'm just kind of whining. I did get on to my school's moot court team, which I was very proud of.
I wish my husband saw my efforts to normalize our life and to embrace success as a good thing. I don't mean material success. I just mean waking up every day and knowing that you are trying to participate in the world in a positive way. He doesn't see it that way. I think for some reason he feels I have sold him out because I don't want to just "hang out."
He tells me I've never been his friend????
The friends that he likes these days are the ones that want to just hang out . . . and smoke pot, drink, reject the world.
I've tried to be his friend.
Cecilia
I know that I have been incredibly selfish, self-centered, childish and unwilling to give up my sense of entitlement to certain indulgences in my own life. I want so much to be a responsible, caring human being and I doubt my own intentions when it comes to my husband all the time.
I had to put down some pretty clear boundaries, again, this past weekend and it is so difficult for me to do this. I feel as if I am wounding my husband by doing this.
I have been saying to myself lately, "I am out of control!" and I meant it as self-recrimination, then I realized it was the acknowledgement of a truth: I am not in control of his life and his choices.
Sometimes I wonder if I got involved with a survivor because I thought there would be LESS at risk. As if, because we had similar pasts there would be less risk of being hurt. I suppose that's what codependence is, huh.
I feel like my children's nerves are just beserk these days. I feel like I have forgotten how to parent.
It's a rainy morning and I'm in the library trying to study. I guess I'm just kind of whining. I did get on to my school's moot court team, which I was very proud of.
I wish my husband saw my efforts to normalize our life and to embrace success as a good thing. I don't mean material success. I just mean waking up every day and knowing that you are trying to participate in the world in a positive way. He doesn't see it that way. I think for some reason he feels I have sold him out because I don't want to just "hang out."
He tells me I've never been his friend????
The friends that he likes these days are the ones that want to just hang out . . . and smoke pot, drink, reject the world.
I've tried to be his friend.
Cecilia