My darling wife told me today that my withdrawal, my anxiety and the rest (predominantly as a result of having so many shit XMAS's, and being accused of wrecking so many christmases in the past) was wrecking XMAS for everyone.
I mean let's get this straight, this time I'm not wrecking XMAS because I'm a drug addict, or a drunk, or acting in a blatantly anti-social manner, or struggling with recent grief, I own up to all of those and I bear that guilt. No. This time I'm accused of wrecking XMAS for because of the symptoms of my illness coupled with my anxiety regarding this time of year.
I then proceeded to go to the Dr, explain the situation (apparently having missed an appointment and refusing to go, I was apparently in denial) and be told that I sincerely have to build a wall to stop letting things like this get to me to this extent.
I then went shopping, which was a milestone - I've struggled with XMAS shopping crowds for ages (since I was wiped out in an accident on the way home one year on 23/12 with all the presents in the car). I had to purchase a secret santa present, which I did, then I decided to actually try and do something right and get my wife the present she actually wanted for her and the kids.
While I was there I decided, you know what, f*ck it, I've already apparently wrecked XMAS for everyone, including my sons first ever XMAS (f*cking low blow that was), I'm going to do something I want to do, whereupon I bought a sterling silver baby bracelet for the child and had his name engraved on it.
Now I'm in several layers of shit but am struggling to find any motivation to even bother trying to get out of it. I was accused of being as irresponsible and heartless as I ever was during my drug addict days, purely because of being anxious? WTF? Can I even begin to explain the level of anger I'm feeling, should I even bother? What sort of partner would accuse a sick person of wrecking XMAS because they are sick?
PS Write what you like, I'm probably going to be sleeping, today is more than I can deal with anymore.
I mean let's get this straight, this time I'm not wrecking XMAS because I'm a drug addict, or a drunk, or acting in a blatantly anti-social manner, or struggling with recent grief, I own up to all of those and I bear that guilt. No. This time I'm accused of wrecking XMAS for because of the symptoms of my illness coupled with my anxiety regarding this time of year.
I then proceeded to go to the Dr, explain the situation (apparently having missed an appointment and refusing to go, I was apparently in denial) and be told that I sincerely have to build a wall to stop letting things like this get to me to this extent.
I then went shopping, which was a milestone - I've struggled with XMAS shopping crowds for ages (since I was wiped out in an accident on the way home one year on 23/12 with all the presents in the car). I had to purchase a secret santa present, which I did, then I decided to actually try and do something right and get my wife the present she actually wanted for her and the kids.
While I was there I decided, you know what, f*ck it, I've already apparently wrecked XMAS for everyone, including my sons first ever XMAS (f*cking low blow that was), I'm going to do something I want to do, whereupon I bought a sterling silver baby bracelet for the child and had his name engraved on it.
Now I'm in several layers of shit but am struggling to find any motivation to even bother trying to get out of it. I was accused of being as irresponsible and heartless as I ever was during my drug addict days, purely because of being anxious? WTF? Can I even begin to explain the level of anger I'm feeling, should I even bother? What sort of partner would accuse a sick person of wrecking XMAS because they are sick?
PS Write what you like, I'm probably going to be sleeping, today is more than I can deal with anymore.