My wife and me
Someone told me that I could write anything here and that someone would know what I was talking about. Here is goes.....I spent today working around the house. My wife was home too. I like it when she is home. I think that I wanted her to be here so much that I conciously made an effort to distance myself from her. To say it makes it sound wierder than it felt. I was depressive, not nice, moody. And I think I was this way because I was afraid of being vulnerable to her. I was afraid to tell her how much I needed her to be here for me. How much I wanted her to comfort me. How much I did not want to be alone. The only reason that I can think of for this is that I needed someone when my abuser found me. It was a terrible time in my life and I was so needy. I was vulnerable to him--I expressed my need for something--and he took advantage of it. So I guess the lesson I learned was don't be vulnerable. And its a lousy way to live. To make things worse, I think that this lack of vulnerablity is an important part of my marriage. My wife must needs it too. I tried to talk to her about it at the end of the day, and she refused. I went to the store to get a video, and she was in bed when I got back at 6:30. She really did not want to talk!
What a long story. I don't want to whine. Sometimes I think that I will never have any more than this lousy lonliness, but then I read the the things on this site and get some hope. Thanks for listening.
Dave
What a long story. I don't want to whine. Sometimes I think that I will never have any more than this lousy lonliness, but then I read the the things on this site and get some hope. Thanks for listening.
Dave