@BlueBay you wrote:
why does your hubby have to whinge about the washing? How do you cope? Is hzving your own thing to do like your art course help?
When my hubby’s illness first began to show up (in the form it is now, cos the seeds were there before but it hadn’t triggered( he began working out excessively, and would change his clothes multiple times a day as he did. Swimming was included, so there were bathers in that lot too.
He wanted his clothes washed twice a day, but also wanted them back immediately they were dry. Can you see a “tall order” here ? I was putting his clothes through with family washloads, but that didn’t suit his new state of mind either.
He also didn’t have the patience to wait for them to dry outside, or to mind the weather, and he didn’t want to wait on the use of the clothes dryer, and when I could transfer the clothes between washer, dryer, folding them and returning them to their place in his wardrobe - the morning lot in the morning, and the evening lot in the evening. I had the five kids still at school or uni, and all the cooking and cleaning to do as well, and that was way overloaded for me. That was like needing a personal servant, especially as his food preparation went the same sort of way, six times a day ..... so I refused to support this dysfunctional mess of activity, that also threw our family life all over the place.
I was also trying to flag down medical help, because the need for control also included cameras, phone tracking, arguements about where we all were and when, and it was getting tighter ..... inappropriately commenting on weight and dress codes and more .....
His reaction was to start doing it all himself, but he wiped out the household management systems in the process. He bought a washer-dryer machine that takes half a day to process his clothes, so two loads a day .... do the maths ..... there was no opportunity to do the household, or anyone else’s washing. I have been hand-washing my own clothes and hanging them to dry in the bathroom for the last ten years. I was washing the kid’s clothes when he went away for periods of time on business, or since we moved here, back to our other state to stay with his mum. That was every week, but it’s stopped now that one of his siblings has returned to that city.
He is still “in possession” of the kitchen, fridge, and household shopping, giving out the impression that I stopped caring about looking after our family, so he has to do everything. I have stopped arguing because it just made things worse for all of us, and the kids appreciate that I am not competing for control of anything, and just going around it all.
Yes, my art studies are a life saver. I don’t know how I could manage here, having now lost our home and living in a place that is the opposite of what I am comfortable with, but that’s our life at the moment ..... and I have my art to focus on.
I don’t always cope. The forums are one of my homes-away-from-“home”, and so is uni now. I escape to cafes, parks, the zoo, art galleries, libraries, other people’s places (when we are on our other city cos I don’t have any friends at that level here).
I have had to learn to find a life within my life. Leaving would cause a melt-down of everything we have known, and destroy the rest of what we are all trying to hold onto.