f*ck this. All of it.
The cup thing makes sense. It does. But why the f*ck does he get to wake up with his cup already overflowing??
Had a great night last night. Movies, food, a Friday night cocktail, some adult time. Wonderful. No symptoms. Slept in this morning.
He wanted a little morning nookie. Sorry, lol, tmi. I didn't, cuz that cocktail hits harder in the morning in my late 40s than it did in my 20s. No biggie, we snuggle, then get up and get on with the day.
Ran out to the grocery store for a couple things. Came home, thinking all is well. Walk in and I can just sense that he's symptomatic all of the sudden. It's like the very air feels different and I just know. Does that make sense? Does anyone else feel that, like a switch flips and BAM, issues?
He's in the kitchen. I put the groceries away and he makes some flippant comment that I don't remember right now cuz I'm angry. I say "what's wrong?" And he replies "I dunno, maybe u should've put out". Um WHAT??
So, this flip of personality into instant anger and hurtful comments is sortof his hallmark of his PTSD. It seems to do that first and then he isolates until he can calm down. No clue what set it off this morning, but here it is.
But God dammit. Maybe one of these days I'll figure out how to NOT react when he's being a douchebag. But that comment pissed me off. So I say whatever, let me know when you're sorry. And I walk away.
Well, apparently that was the wrong thing to say or do cuz he goes slamming into the bedroom all pissed off. Problem was, I needed something from the bedroom. So I go in there to get it and it was like I breached his personal hideout. It was all get the hell away from me and get out of here yada yada. So I grab the thing and leave.
He went from loving and fine to asshole in 0.4 nanoseconds. And I know he's in there doing his thing he does to get control of whatever triggered him this morning. And he'll come out in a few minutes or few hours and apologize and he'll mean it.
But I'm pissed. And I'm annoyed that this goddamn illness is always about HIM and HIS feelings. What about mine??? How come I can't isolate and shut out the world and get away from it all? He gets to just be in there and I'm out here handling the dogs and the kid and the groceries and the laundry etc etc.
It's just crap. I can't act like that and get away with it.
Rant over.
The cup thing makes sense. It does. But why the f*ck does he get to wake up with his cup already overflowing??
Had a great night last night. Movies, food, a Friday night cocktail, some adult time. Wonderful. No symptoms. Slept in this morning.
He wanted a little morning nookie. Sorry, lol, tmi. I didn't, cuz that cocktail hits harder in the morning in my late 40s than it did in my 20s. No biggie, we snuggle, then get up and get on with the day.
Ran out to the grocery store for a couple things. Came home, thinking all is well. Walk in and I can just sense that he's symptomatic all of the sudden. It's like the very air feels different and I just know. Does that make sense? Does anyone else feel that, like a switch flips and BAM, issues?
He's in the kitchen. I put the groceries away and he makes some flippant comment that I don't remember right now cuz I'm angry. I say "what's wrong?" And he replies "I dunno, maybe u should've put out". Um WHAT??
So, this flip of personality into instant anger and hurtful comments is sortof his hallmark of his PTSD. It seems to do that first and then he isolates until he can calm down. No clue what set it off this morning, but here it is.
But God dammit. Maybe one of these days I'll figure out how to NOT react when he's being a douchebag. But that comment pissed me off. So I say whatever, let me know when you're sorry. And I walk away.
Well, apparently that was the wrong thing to say or do cuz he goes slamming into the bedroom all pissed off. Problem was, I needed something from the bedroom. So I go in there to get it and it was like I breached his personal hideout. It was all get the hell away from me and get out of here yada yada. So I grab the thing and leave.
He went from loving and fine to asshole in 0.4 nanoseconds. And I know he's in there doing his thing he does to get control of whatever triggered him this morning. And he'll come out in a few minutes or few hours and apologize and he'll mean it.
But I'm pissed. And I'm annoyed that this goddamn illness is always about HIM and HIS feelings. What about mine??? How come I can't isolate and shut out the world and get away from it all? He gets to just be in there and I'm out here handling the dogs and the kid and the groceries and the laundry etc etc.
It's just crap. I can't act like that and get away with it.
Rant over.