I didn’t end up in an apartment by myself on a wild hair. It wasn’t impulsive. I’m sorry it feels that way for him.
My husband came over this evening. He’s being clingy again. groan
Worse? He spent the better part of an hour trying to get me to ‘understand’ why he didn’t drop everything and come to me when my mother died, last May. It’s as if he thinks if I could see things from his point of view it wouldn’t be so painful. Em, let me think; no.
I was with my mother when she died. I cannot express how grateful I am to have been able to be with her in those final days. What I couldn’t have predicted was my husband’s reaction when I called to tell him. He went on a tear about how work was crazy. He had the pager. It was a long drive and he didn’t know if he was coming. Excuse me? Are you kidding me?
His sister was called and she spoke with him. After speaking with his sister he decided he could make the trip to bring me home. Why thank you. How thoughtful. To say I was devastated would be an understatement. Our conversation this evening brought back the pain involved.
To recap; my mother dies, he doesn’t know if he can get away from work to bring me home or be with me. I’m supposed to understand how much stress he was under?
He has two brothers and a sister. When his mother died he didn’t have to worry about any of the details. They took care of it as a family. I have one brother, who cannot be depended upon. An 89 year old father to support while making all of the arrangements for not just my mother’s funeral, but my father’s as well. Why? Because dad asked me to. One does not say no to a devastated man who had just lost the love of his life. They were two days short of being married 68 years. They met when dad was 15 and mom was 12.
My cousin helped me, god bless her. Other than her, I had no support. None, nothing and my husband goes flaky on me. Really? My brother’s daughters needed my support. Of course I was there for them. All I wanted was my husband, and I had to fight to get him to come. When he did get there he was emotionally distant and wrapped up in how it made him feel. Gee I can’t imagine why I was hurt beyond belief.
Now 10 months later he’s trying to get me to ‘understand’. Gawd this seems hopeless.
He reports in his present distress the house is a mess and I’m not to go, cuz he’s going to fix it. And I’m supposed to believe this?
A step forward and four back. I see a three month lease in my immediate future.
I, along with multitudes, of other women, appreciate you making this public.Im sure, at the time you had noone to turn to. Lemme tell you, if we all weren’t so embarrased about what we were dealing with, if you are lucky enough to have brothers, they will tell you straight out what you are dealing with. They don’t lie and they don’t tell you what you wanna hear.
I had friends to talk to, and mostly I didn’t want to be a drain on them. In the state I was, I drained myself. This blog was set up in hopes, maybe, someone else wouldn’t feel as crazy as I felt after reading it. And perhaps not feel as alone as I felt, even with friends.