My husband is a workaholic. We have zero social life. He justifies his working all the time as him being the guy you can count on, the guy who solves problems, blah blah. It's pretty clear that his reliance on work as the ONLY meaningful way to spend time is a coping mechanism.
Both of us have PTSD. He has never seen a T, never gone to doctor, never taken meds, and WON'T. Sign of weakness, taking a prescription. He's a "tough guy."
Unfortunately I am also learning that I enable his "workaholism." This is probable because I am made to feel foolish for liking vacations, weekend jaunts, restaurants, family get-togethers, et al. As a result I have largely stopped many of these fun and normal leisure activities myself and it stinks! Husband says I am free to pursue whatever social life I desire, but I don't feel that way -- he's pretty superior in his attitude.
Last night he was unable to have a lighthearted conversation that interested me because I couldn't justify first to him why this topic was worth his time. Screw you.
Sadly his use of time is increasingly inefficient. He obsessively overthinks his efforts, gets bogged down analyzing the best way to tackle a task when it could be hacked through in a few minutes.
We are in the middle of relocating to SC, a long process getting this house ready for sale, building a new home. Workaholism dictates he controls every single effort and it's miserable. Our new home and new life is so exciting to me, I have waited a lifetime for this. He's ruining it already, and we are months from even breaking ground.
I don't want divorce, I don't want my lifelong dream of living near the beach hijacked by his need for control, and he is starting to tune me out. HELP. This feels like a really rocky place that is dangerous to our relationship.
Both of us have PTSD. He has never seen a T, never gone to doctor, never taken meds, and WON'T. Sign of weakness, taking a prescription. He's a "tough guy."
Unfortunately I am also learning that I enable his "workaholism." This is probable because I am made to feel foolish for liking vacations, weekend jaunts, restaurants, family get-togethers, et al. As a result I have largely stopped many of these fun and normal leisure activities myself and it stinks! Husband says I am free to pursue whatever social life I desire, but I don't feel that way -- he's pretty superior in his attitude.
Last night he was unable to have a lighthearted conversation that interested me because I couldn't justify first to him why this topic was worth his time. Screw you.
Sadly his use of time is increasingly inefficient. He obsessively overthinks his efforts, gets bogged down analyzing the best way to tackle a task when it could be hacked through in a few minutes.
We are in the middle of relocating to SC, a long process getting this house ready for sale, building a new home. Workaholism dictates he controls every single effort and it's miserable. Our new home and new life is so exciting to me, I have waited a lifetime for this. He's ruining it already, and we are months from even breaking ground.
I don't want divorce, I don't want my lifelong dream of living near the beach hijacked by his need for control, and he is starting to tune me out. HELP. This feels like a really rocky place that is dangerous to our relationship.