fuviaNew Contributor
I honestly can't stand it...or can I?
Everyday, I live in uncertainty a to whether we are going to have a happy regular day, or one filled with stress, sorrow and brittleness. X is fully employed, the world thinks X is lovely, wonderfully social,, but at home X falls apart.
Lived with X for decades - X an insomniac, regularly full stressed, and it would appear grieving very poor parenting in past. Some years of therapy, helping generally, but skirting round the dark centre which keeps appearing at home. Its hard to explain, but regular things like housework (which I now do most of) become laden with stress and worry - just a vehicle for other things not being dealt with. Social life, finances, myriad of choices in life all affected. I don't regret being with X, because of the children we have.
X has just been away for a few days, and all things normal in thier absence. Upon return, a pall has returned on the house . Part of me wants to get the f&&% out of here but scared X will do something to themselves one day if I do. The children are more important to me than feeling like I'm living the life I'd like to lead (beyond parenting, which X has given me, for that I am eternally grateful).
The anxiety and stress is a corrsive, everyday it eats at all the small things that should be able to be innocent, unburdened, easy things of living, and potentially joyful from time to time. It, the anxiety, also eats all of the time spent talking, so I'm never on the agenda, and whe I need support it is never there, as X is too abnxious and brittle.
Usually I don't complain, but I feel really over it tonight. I wonder if anyone else has these sorts of feelings? I want to walk away but I can't and I wont. I do love X, but I feel in peril, like my life's opportunities are slipping away, and I'm wondering if I'm doing the right thing by my life by staying with X. I've wondered that for years.
As the kids get older I don't know if we'll have a future. I'd like to think we would after so many years, but the darkness and anxiousness is not shifting, even if X is dealing with it a lot better more often, these days.
We've tried a number of therapists over the years, and X has recently accepted a quasi diagnosis of general anxiety disorder, but nonetheless continues to put disproprtionate emotional value on very little things - they become cause of great distress and undermine all emotional foundations, se we need to build them all back up again it seems so often, on a daily basis.
I really cant stand it, but I must. Its horrible, but nothng compared ot the suffering of so many others. I feel like I'm rambling now, but just wondering if anyone else relates.