Who Am I?
Where to start? I don't really know...there are so many things inside of me. I'm at a low point again. I guess I start with a version of my situation.
I was abused at age 4, 5 and 7. Of course, I lied to myself for years that it didn't affect me. I had a GREAT family...grew up feeling loved and supported...awesome friends. I was a good student and an over-achiever. Good luck came naturally to me. The abuse lived in a nice little Tupperware container in my mind. It was there...but it was freezer-burned and covered with ice and innocuous.
But, like anything old in the freezer, it tends to have its affects whether you realize it or not. Things that get near it are "contaminated" by it. So was my life. I finished college...got married...and proceeded on with life albeit one that was less than I ever expected. I just wasn't able to succeed like I thought. I was terrible with $, not always attentive to my wife...I started acting out...something I hadn't done until I was married. I wasn't very manly in bed...I was afraid of being intimate. Again, I made millions of excuses why because I couldn't see inside the frozen container.
We proceeded to have children...beautiful, wonderful, AMAZING children. Life was again normal. I was happy. I found good jobs. I made good money but never had enough because I was irresponsible. I neglected my wife emotionally and physically in the bedroom...but I treated her with love and respect every where else. Then, one day...she tells me she wants a divorce. And the world came a-crumblin' down.
I had to search the cold-storage of my mind. I found that freezer burned container and showed it to her. She was unimpressed. I showed it to my counselor...she made me open it. Oh God--it stinks! It's rotten! It's now tainting my very existence. My lovely wife tells me that she will support me but not stay married to me. I have friends that can smell the rotteness but I can't tell them what it is.
So, I find myself today at another low point in my life. Wanting my marriage back...wanting to explain that everything that was tainted was caused by that little container full of abuse. But, she is gone and won't listen. I just want to climb into that container and go back to the freezer and freez to death. But, my children need me and my family and friends need me. I just don't know if I have anything left to give.
I'm sorry for the rambling post. I just have to get this out of me. Thanks for listening.
tx_space
I was abused at age 4, 5 and 7. Of course, I lied to myself for years that it didn't affect me. I had a GREAT family...grew up feeling loved and supported...awesome friends. I was a good student and an over-achiever. Good luck came naturally to me. The abuse lived in a nice little Tupperware container in my mind. It was there...but it was freezer-burned and covered with ice and innocuous.
But, like anything old in the freezer, it tends to have its affects whether you realize it or not. Things that get near it are "contaminated" by it. So was my life. I finished college...got married...and proceeded on with life albeit one that was less than I ever expected. I just wasn't able to succeed like I thought. I was terrible with $, not always attentive to my wife...I started acting out...something I hadn't done until I was married. I wasn't very manly in bed...I was afraid of being intimate. Again, I made millions of excuses why because I couldn't see inside the frozen container.
We proceeded to have children...beautiful, wonderful, AMAZING children. Life was again normal. I was happy. I found good jobs. I made good money but never had enough because I was irresponsible. I neglected my wife emotionally and physically in the bedroom...but I treated her with love and respect every where else. Then, one day...she tells me she wants a divorce. And the world came a-crumblin' down.
I had to search the cold-storage of my mind. I found that freezer burned container and showed it to her. She was unimpressed. I showed it to my counselor...she made me open it. Oh God--it stinks! It's rotten! It's now tainting my very existence. My lovely wife tells me that she will support me but not stay married to me. I have friends that can smell the rotteness but I can't tell them what it is.
So, I find myself today at another low point in my life. Wanting my marriage back...wanting to explain that everything that was tainted was caused by that little container full of abuse. But, she is gone and won't listen. I just want to climb into that container and go back to the freezer and freez to death. But, my children need me and my family and friends need me. I just don't know if I have anything left to give.
I'm sorry for the rambling post. I just have to get this out of me. Thanks for listening.
tx_space