Rollercoaster4
Bronze Member
Just need a safe space to vent and not be judged because (hence the username) who knows if I'll be back in the rollercoaster tomorrow and well my own supporters are quite tired of my stubbornness and support of my SO.
Years I have spent being supportive pushing aside my wants and needs (first mistake I know) because I knew you weren't in an ok place and you desperately wanted the help. You got the help and you say you are still getting help but you have faded very quickly back into Dr. Jekyll. Actually I know you arent getting the additional amount of help you need, but there is no telling you different. All I asked for this one year was to have one stable fall and winter part of the year so as to not have the usual mental and emotional stress from your anniversary periods and get to enjoy the holidays. But here we are again, the anger, the irrationality, the depression, the isolation, the ghosting, the self loathing, the negative self beliefs, the projection...
Man oh man do I find it so easy to justify all of this for him and "wait" for the isolation to be over, but darn it he knows how much hurt it causes and how much of a negative impact it has had and has on our relationship and little ones. Darn it I know I have to stick to the hard boundary I set because I deserve better and I respect myself and this is far from the first go around. We were doing ok then damn you November 1st and whatever demons that go along with it have once again entered our lives and won. Once again I got the brunt of your anger and head games and you have caused a barrier that very well could be permenant this time. All the what if and should of or could of, but when it comes down to it, you the man I love, not Dr. Jekyll, had the choice to get a better handle on this and behave differently, this is not my fault.
I flipping hate the PTSD. I hate the trauma. I hate watching this all unfold every flipping year; every anniverssary or flare up. I hate living with ghosts I dont know and those ghosts having a foothold in the present.
I hate explaining to my children what it means to be sick so they dont personalize Dr. Jeklly's isolation and let down. So they dont feel like it's their fault or that they did something wrong or are not loved.
I pray this isnt the year you give up and you lock Dr. Jekyll back up, but I think this is the year we cant walk this journey together anymore.
Years I have spent being supportive pushing aside my wants and needs (first mistake I know) because I knew you weren't in an ok place and you desperately wanted the help. You got the help and you say you are still getting help but you have faded very quickly back into Dr. Jekyll. Actually I know you arent getting the additional amount of help you need, but there is no telling you different. All I asked for this one year was to have one stable fall and winter part of the year so as to not have the usual mental and emotional stress from your anniversary periods and get to enjoy the holidays. But here we are again, the anger, the irrationality, the depression, the isolation, the ghosting, the self loathing, the negative self beliefs, the projection...
Man oh man do I find it so easy to justify all of this for him and "wait" for the isolation to be over, but darn it he knows how much hurt it causes and how much of a negative impact it has had and has on our relationship and little ones. Darn it I know I have to stick to the hard boundary I set because I deserve better and I respect myself and this is far from the first go around. We were doing ok then damn you November 1st and whatever demons that go along with it have once again entered our lives and won. Once again I got the brunt of your anger and head games and you have caused a barrier that very well could be permenant this time. All the what if and should of or could of, but when it comes down to it, you the man I love, not Dr. Jekyll, had the choice to get a better handle on this and behave differently, this is not my fault.
I flipping hate the PTSD. I hate the trauma. I hate watching this all unfold every flipping year; every anniverssary or flare up. I hate living with ghosts I dont know and those ghosts having a foothold in the present.
I hate explaining to my children what it means to be sick so they dont personalize Dr. Jeklly's isolation and let down. So they dont feel like it's their fault or that they did something wrong or are not loved.
I pray this isnt the year you give up and you lock Dr. Jekyll back up, but I think this is the year we cant walk this journey together anymore.