The person looking back
sweet-n-sour
Registrant
Have you ever stopped to think about what it is exactly you want from life? I mean, suppose your partner, spouse, boyfriend awoke one morning and they had somehow healed to perfection...well, then what?
It seems (and I speak for myself only) I have dedicated a lot of time and energy to "support" husband but in the process it seems as if my true passion has been placed on hold. Just for the record, I enjoy writing. This I do for personal satisfaction and to channel an overactive imagination into something constructive.
I've really had to struggle since husband's disclosure this past summer so that I didn't disappear within a storyline. I'll be honest, I'm no picnic to live with. My focus teeters from reality to what I'm writing and more often than not, I am the classic "space case." Words have a power over me and it is often very difficult to see beyond the next chapter within my mind.
I fell into a story last evening and I feel very guilty about this. I lost three hours as if it were fifteen minutes. It takes tremendous discipline to pull away from the words especially when they flow. Husband has been very supportive, but I wonder if somehow during the more creative moments if I've exactly been a good wife to him. At one point, he immersed himself into television and instead of complaining, I ignored because this freed me up to produce more chapters. Our kids...well, they just step in and interrupt. I welcome this break because it slaps me back to my responsibilities. In retrospect, I ran away from my husband, ran far from his needs, wants and issues.
I pm'd a survivor yesterday and he said something that caused me to consider my role in my husband's acting out. What he said was how he had begged his wife to meet certain needs and because she was not willing to, he gave up. This is honesty here...and boy can I relate. It's often difficult to take a good look in the mirror...just past the fluff of surface, who in the world is looking back? Can I be proud of who I am and how I treat those that I love? I think I need to work on this...and learn balance between my passion for writing and my family who so desperately needs a loving wife/mother in their lives. I obviously have flaws, but I intend to change so that perhaps someday I can meet my husband half way. Well that is how I see my role in the wedge between husband and myself. I'm considering balance and perhaps setting some time limits for writing so that everyone's needs are met.
Thanks and best wishes,
s-n-s
It seems (and I speak for myself only) I have dedicated a lot of time and energy to "support" husband but in the process it seems as if my true passion has been placed on hold. Just for the record, I enjoy writing. This I do for personal satisfaction and to channel an overactive imagination into something constructive.
I've really had to struggle since husband's disclosure this past summer so that I didn't disappear within a storyline. I'll be honest, I'm no picnic to live with. My focus teeters from reality to what I'm writing and more often than not, I am the classic "space case." Words have a power over me and it is often very difficult to see beyond the next chapter within my mind.
I fell into a story last evening and I feel very guilty about this. I lost three hours as if it were fifteen minutes. It takes tremendous discipline to pull away from the words especially when they flow. Husband has been very supportive, but I wonder if somehow during the more creative moments if I've exactly been a good wife to him. At one point, he immersed himself into television and instead of complaining, I ignored because this freed me up to produce more chapters. Our kids...well, they just step in and interrupt. I welcome this break because it slaps me back to my responsibilities. In retrospect, I ran away from my husband, ran far from his needs, wants and issues.
I pm'd a survivor yesterday and he said something that caused me to consider my role in my husband's acting out. What he said was how he had begged his wife to meet certain needs and because she was not willing to, he gave up. This is honesty here...and boy can I relate. It's often difficult to take a good look in the mirror...just past the fluff of surface, who in the world is looking back? Can I be proud of who I am and how I treat those that I love? I think I need to work on this...and learn balance between my passion for writing and my family who so desperately needs a loving wife/mother in their lives. I obviously have flaws, but I intend to change so that perhaps someday I can meet my husband half way. Well that is how I see my role in the wedge between husband and myself. I'm considering balance and perhaps setting some time limits for writing so that everyone's needs are met.
Thanks and best wishes,
s-n-s