So, I introduced myself a few days ago and briefly outlined a few things with about me. 1.) I have PTSD 2.) It's changed my behavior to follow lines of compulsive lying 3.) PTSD/Me is ruining my marriage.
I've fallen into a severe depression. I lied to my husband about the real reason I was terminated from my job. He found my discharge paperwork and confronted me about it. We end up going to marriage counseling the next day. I have this opportunity to "own" up to any other things I wanted to tell my husband. I decide to keep the fact that I was actually suspended for 5 days leading up to my termination a secret from him. (I deluded myself into thinking I was doing that for his benefit.) Despite having the opportunity to "fess up" in our counseling I decide not to. Things are terrible afterwards. It's horrible and awkward and there was discussion about separating, about him setting a boundary for how much more he could take and a pointed discussion about concern for me. Concern at my attitude, concerns for my stability, concerns for my ability to think rationally about things.
Well, the next night we are in the living room. Him on one side of the sofa, me on the other. I was consumed by guilt for not owning up the day we were in therapy. So....I told him. I thought it was the right thing to do. It didn't feel like it. He was angry and upset. He couldn't understand why I didn't disclose this in therapy when I had a chance. I felt like shit. I started to spiral into this wretched depression.
The next morning I awake (we slept in different rooms) and all I feel is this huge crushing weight of remorse, and guilt and shame for all the trials I've put our relationship through. This is totally different for me. Usually when I feel "bad things" I'll hide from them. I hide through deceit, hide through shopping, hide through helping others, hide through ignoring it. But not this time, this is the first time that remorse and shame and grief have filled me to such a large degree.
I'm so scared of losing my husband. I've put him through hell. On top of that our one year anniversary is on Tuesday. We decided that we aren't going to celebrate it because there is nothing worth celebrating. That's what our life has boiled down to. Me failing to take the steps necessary to get better and staring in wide eyed confusion as the pieces fall all around me.
I just hope it's not too late for us.
I've fallen into a severe depression. I lied to my husband about the real reason I was terminated from my job. He found my discharge paperwork and confronted me about it. We end up going to marriage counseling the next day. I have this opportunity to "own" up to any other things I wanted to tell my husband. I decide to keep the fact that I was actually suspended for 5 days leading up to my termination a secret from him. (I deluded myself into thinking I was doing that for his benefit.) Despite having the opportunity to "fess up" in our counseling I decide not to. Things are terrible afterwards. It's horrible and awkward and there was discussion about separating, about him setting a boundary for how much more he could take and a pointed discussion about concern for me. Concern at my attitude, concerns for my stability, concerns for my ability to think rationally about things.
Well, the next night we are in the living room. Him on one side of the sofa, me on the other. I was consumed by guilt for not owning up the day we were in therapy. So....I told him. I thought it was the right thing to do. It didn't feel like it. He was angry and upset. He couldn't understand why I didn't disclose this in therapy when I had a chance. I felt like shit. I started to spiral into this wretched depression.
The next morning I awake (we slept in different rooms) and all I feel is this huge crushing weight of remorse, and guilt and shame for all the trials I've put our relationship through. This is totally different for me. Usually when I feel "bad things" I'll hide from them. I hide through deceit, hide through shopping, hide through helping others, hide through ignoring it. But not this time, this is the first time that remorse and shame and grief have filled me to such a large degree.
I'm so scared of losing my husband. I've put him through hell. On top of that our one year anniversary is on Tuesday. We decided that we aren't going to celebrate it because there is nothing worth celebrating. That's what our life has boiled down to. Me failing to take the steps necessary to get better and staring in wide eyed confusion as the pieces fall all around me.
I just hope it's not too late for us.