Lost Again
Bronze Member
I hate him. I hate myself. I hate myself for letting him ruin my life. I hate myself for ruining my own life. I hate him because my life doesn't get that happy ending because I invited him in and let his illness take over. I didn't stand up enough for myself.
He called last night from a different number. I didn't hang up, I listened for 5 minutes. I'm sick of hearing about his struggle, his therapy, his programs, and once again, his rock bottom. His feelings, his sadness, his pain.
I don't care anymore! Where did caring ever get me? f*ck him. I'm sick of the cycle. He wants back what he lost and after this, he's gonna forget the rock bottom. He's gonna become the "asshole" again. All his decisions are the best, his way or the highway, snide remarks, belittling sarcasm, talking crap about my family, making everything complicated, anger. Anger. Accusations and more anger.
I used to think "wow, he's going to therapy", "wow, he really loves me, lucky me". Has he forgotten just last month saying he doesn't have PTSD anymore? Saying its my fault that he explodes calling me bitch, fkn whore, old, ugly, wrinkly, that no one would ever want me?
His dad is a violent alcoholic monster and his mom didn't protect him. There. I said it. That's why I think he has PTSD, not the car accident. The car accident just took away his carefully built defense mechanism. Why should me and the kids bear the burden of his parents horrific mistakes? Am I supposed to be his mother? Ever bearing, ever abused? Fu*k off!!
And when he doesn't get what he wants then he'll switch to trying to destroy me.
I exist! I don't "belong" to him. His kids don't "belong" to him. We belong to God. We are here to care for one another, not to own others to love and abuse intermitently. How many times I turned the other cheek. How many times I didn't take it personally while he attacked my dignity and honor. I moved us forward without even an apology. "If I fkn hear one more fkn thing about a fkn apology, I'm gonna blow this fkn restaurant up".
I'm so angry. I did everything to support him, where was the support I too deserved? I'm not a side kick to someone else's story. I'm not a casualty in someone else's tragedy. I'm a person. I exist.
He called last night from a different number. I didn't hang up, I listened for 5 minutes. I'm sick of hearing about his struggle, his therapy, his programs, and once again, his rock bottom. His feelings, his sadness, his pain.
I don't care anymore! Where did caring ever get me? f*ck him. I'm sick of the cycle. He wants back what he lost and after this, he's gonna forget the rock bottom. He's gonna become the "asshole" again. All his decisions are the best, his way or the highway, snide remarks, belittling sarcasm, talking crap about my family, making everything complicated, anger. Anger. Accusations and more anger.
I used to think "wow, he's going to therapy", "wow, he really loves me, lucky me". Has he forgotten just last month saying he doesn't have PTSD anymore? Saying its my fault that he explodes calling me bitch, fkn whore, old, ugly, wrinkly, that no one would ever want me?
His dad is a violent alcoholic monster and his mom didn't protect him. There. I said it. That's why I think he has PTSD, not the car accident. The car accident just took away his carefully built defense mechanism. Why should me and the kids bear the burden of his parents horrific mistakes? Am I supposed to be his mother? Ever bearing, ever abused? Fu*k off!!
And when he doesn't get what he wants then he'll switch to trying to destroy me.
I exist! I don't "belong" to him. His kids don't "belong" to him. We belong to God. We are here to care for one another, not to own others to love and abuse intermitently. How many times I turned the other cheek. How many times I didn't take it personally while he attacked my dignity and honor. I moved us forward without even an apology. "If I fkn hear one more fkn thing about a fkn apology, I'm gonna blow this fkn restaurant up".
I'm so angry. I did everything to support him, where was the support I too deserved? I'm not a side kick to someone else's story. I'm not a casualty in someone else's tragedy. I'm a person. I exist.