MouseWedger
Gold Member
It's hard to write, I feel stupid for for feeling this way, I feel like I'm whining with nothing to complain about. The more I get off my chest the more I find that I'm beginning to slip down that slow slide into full blown depression.
My husband and I had a dinner party to go to last night, and on the way home I found myself thinking that it would be easy to undo my seat belt and open the car door. I don't know where this thought came from, or why it happened. I told my husband several months ago, when it seems like everything had been going wrong, that I was going to take a bath and hopefully drown in the tub, that then I would finally get the break I needed from all the crazy things going on. As soon as I said it, I was shocked. My husband looked at me unable to believe what I had said and tried not to cry.
I dont know where these thoughts are coming from, they come out of nowhere and as soon as they are fully formed I am ashamed that they happened. I have a good life. My fathers family, my inlaws, my husband. They all love me. They all care about me. I have fantastic friends, and the best snuggly pets in the world. My two dogs and my cat are my babies. The longer we wait, the more likely it is they will be the only babies I have.
I've come to realize my husband's drinking isn't going to change, and that I don't want to have children in a home where there this is a constant. My mother, one of my abusers, was a drunk. Is a drunk. I don't want my children around this when I bring them into the world. It feels like this means my husband and I will never have them. I hate that. All I want is to be a mom. To have a baby. To have my life consumed by something tiny, something that poops and cries and screams all the time. I want to be a better mom than mine ever was, and I don't feel like I can do that when my husband is drinking and beer is a strong trigger for me.
I want these feelings to go away and the more I try the stronger it seems like they get. I've tried to talk to my husband and when I do he always re-commits to being a non-drinker. It never lasts. It feels like his drinking is more important than me, and the things we said we wanted before we got married. I hate the way that thought makes me feel.
My husband and I had a dinner party to go to last night, and on the way home I found myself thinking that it would be easy to undo my seat belt and open the car door. I don't know where this thought came from, or why it happened. I told my husband several months ago, when it seems like everything had been going wrong, that I was going to take a bath and hopefully drown in the tub, that then I would finally get the break I needed from all the crazy things going on. As soon as I said it, I was shocked. My husband looked at me unable to believe what I had said and tried not to cry.
I dont know where these thoughts are coming from, they come out of nowhere and as soon as they are fully formed I am ashamed that they happened. I have a good life. My fathers family, my inlaws, my husband. They all love me. They all care about me. I have fantastic friends, and the best snuggly pets in the world. My two dogs and my cat are my babies. The longer we wait, the more likely it is they will be the only babies I have.
I've come to realize my husband's drinking isn't going to change, and that I don't want to have children in a home where there this is a constant. My mother, one of my abusers, was a drunk. Is a drunk. I don't want my children around this when I bring them into the world. It feels like this means my husband and I will never have them. I hate that. All I want is to be a mom. To have a baby. To have my life consumed by something tiny, something that poops and cries and screams all the time. I want to be a better mom than mine ever was, and I don't feel like I can do that when my husband is drinking and beer is a strong trigger for me.
I want these feelings to go away and the more I try the stronger it seems like they get. I've tried to talk to my husband and when I do he always re-commits to being a non-drinker. It never lasts. It feels like his drinking is more important than me, and the things we said we wanted before we got married. I hate the way that thought makes me feel.