follow up, one week after the discovery of her rape, I have seen my counselor, she has seen hers. I was given the good advice to be patient. I am and have been patient with her PTSD and all of the baggage for as long as I can remember, I have been patient with her physical stuff like helping her through carpal tunnel and a hip replacement. I have been patient for a year and a half of no sexual interesrt or arousal.
I sought advice, i took it to heart, and I am being patient. I wish I hadn't shared that with her now, she knows I am supposed to be patient and damn it, if i am not suitably patient I am an instant asshole for it.
Now, I get dinged if I am impatient because she wants to sleep in when we have a busy day ahead of us and waiting around means frantic recovery later. I get dinged for being impatient when I just made a meal, got her up and moving and she wants to go smoke a cigarette alone outside instead of eating it while it is still warm together.
The fact is, we were pretty much living seperate lives before this rape, the stress on our relationship was compounded by it, and now, with the additional stress of my knowing about it and her having to relive it, I am facing a hopelessly long recovery to anything like a marriage with 2 participants.
Today, we have a concert to go to. Going to concerts is something we both enjoy, from grade school christmas shows to rock tours to the state symphony. We go all the time, at least 2 a month. We have to work together to get ready to go, do a road trip together, be there on time with tickets in hand and stay in a hotel together tonight. Tomorrow we have to get up and check out on time and do the road trrip back.
I am going to try to be patient, but I will tell you what, i am not going to wear a watch! If we are running late and I get caught looking at it, I am an instant asshole again.
She has let this patience with her recovery thing become a tool for forcing me to exhibit patience with her not being a participant in our marriage or life in general. Patience with her recovery is one thing, but patience while things that need to be done go undone is quite another. time marches on. Patience gets trampled by it.
Patience is not something you can fake, and false patience is easily spotted. I may end up wishing I had decided to let the tickets go to waste.
Maybe what I need is true patience and a willingness to just let things go to shit and nothing getting done, ever. Anything less and I am an asshole for it.
500 mg. of screwitall would get me there, now I need a prescriber.
This morning I am thinking about giving up and just being patient alone while I wait for retirement and death. maybe I already have, maybe I already am.