Tornadic Thoughts
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I very openly shared my experiences with my husband, but, not until we'd been dating for nearly 4 years, and it was clear to see we were going to be together a long while. After 5 years he asked me to marry him and we're still hanging in there fifteen years later. I didn't feel it was necessary up until then as I felt I was handling myself well at the time, we didn't live together, and we only saw each other occasionally due to our crazy schedules.
Much of how I respond to people and situations is a direct result of learned behaviors forced upon me in dealing with some of my most unpleasant and tragic experiences and I felt deeply led to share. Especially knowing I was also about to become a f/t stepmom to his children from his first marriage and would soon be dealing with the stress of all those huge changes about to take place. Homey doesn't handle change very well.
It felt like self-care while I was processing it and deciding whether or not to share it with him. I couldn't figure out how to healthily hide decades of such shitty experiences for the rest of my life, although I'd been spending much energy doing so up until then. He'd never lived in environments I had or been exposed to much of what I lived, so it could easily have gone either way. Opposites most definitely attracted in our case. It felt good to finally have it out on the table and still be loved and accepted. I wasn't used to that.
Knowing I'd eventually end up in deep depressive ditches, in several types of emotional turmoil, and/or in the middle of a full-blown meltdown left all alone in trying to explain things later with an even larger audience, especially after already committing via legal means that aren't easy to get back out of, just didn't jive well in my head and heart. I think it would drive me crazy to always wonder "what if", even though it already seems to be my brain's default setting, regardless the subject. lol
Much of how I respond to people and situations is a direct result of learned behaviors forced upon me in dealing with some of my most unpleasant and tragic experiences and I felt deeply led to share. Especially knowing I was also about to become a f/t stepmom to his children from his first marriage and would soon be dealing with the stress of all those huge changes about to take place. Homey doesn't handle change very well.
It felt like self-care while I was processing it and deciding whether or not to share it with him. I couldn't figure out how to healthily hide decades of such shitty experiences for the rest of my life, although I'd been spending much energy doing so up until then. He'd never lived in environments I had or been exposed to much of what I lived, so it could easily have gone either way. Opposites most definitely attracted in our case. It felt good to finally have it out on the table and still be loved and accepted. I wasn't used to that.
Knowing I'd eventually end up in deep depressive ditches, in several types of emotional turmoil, and/or in the middle of a full-blown meltdown left all alone in trying to explain things later with an even larger audience, especially after already committing via legal means that aren't easy to get back out of, just didn't jive well in my head and heart. I think it would drive me crazy to always wonder "what if", even though it already seems to be my brain's default setting, regardless the subject. lol