WillyKat
Diamond Member
I have a confession to make. For weeks, maybe months now, I've been on this forum responding to posts but not making any of my own. I've been acting like I'm beyond this, or over that, giving advice, trying to be helpful where I can. But never seeking help for myself.
The fact is that my anger issues are getting worse, or to say it more optimistically, they have been worse of late, especially this week.
Last week, I really thought I reached a turning point. For the first time, I actually felt anger toward my mother and teachers for being generally clueless when I was little about what was going on. It was clear to anyone with an IQ above 20 that I was having serious issues, but back in a small town in the 1960s, I'm sure the thinking was: "well, he'll grow out of it; kids are resilient." I become hopeful that finally, I could put some of the anger behind me. But no, it's even worse this week.
I can barely contain it. When I'm alone in the house, I fly into rages, scream, and pound walls and doors. There's my spittle on the mirrors. I go on walks trying to chill out but I can barely contain it even then, and I'm afraid neighbors see me grumbling to myself, or clenching my fists, or even rage whispering when I'm on part of the walk path that's among the trees or fields.
I've been trying to fight it all week: longer walks, going to the gym, trying to be mindful. There have even been moments when I'm fine, but then before I know it I'm fuming again. I've been so frustrated that I have a rage fest then start crying. Two days ago at the gym I tried to shoot a few baskets. Well, when you're really angry your jump shot suffers, a lot. I would have earned a starting position with the Bricklayers or maybe the Airballers. So I went to the shower, got into a whisper rage in the shower, then cried in the shower. Hopefully, no one heard me.
The issue is my wife and her endless criticism, reprimands, scolding, snapping, complaining about ever more miniscule issues. If there's a drop of water on the floor...snap. (And we're talking clean water here.) If I grab one too many of her precious coffee cups (at $32 each) when I'm putting them away from the washer to the cupboard...reprimand. I could go on, but right now I'm so blinded with anger I can barely think. I'm sweating right now from my latest rage fest.
I made myself sit down and start writing in the hopes that this week's rage fest will come to an end. My therapist's suggestion. After my session yesterday, I felt calm and serene; depressed, but that was a welcome break from the anger. Then I woke up from a nightmare...one of those that just doesn't make any sense: two guys in suits twisting around each other like snakes with big eyes and me trying to fiddle with my weapon to fight them. And then so far this morning, more anger. There's no escape.
I'm always such a chicken shit about confronting my wife with how sick she's become. I realized a couple days ago that she will never change and maybe she doesn't even want to. I also realized something else, that she's repeating her traumatic experiences with her grandmother, who also was a freak about criticism of others.
I'm at the point with her where I want to send a crystal clear message to my wife that it has to stop. Maybe stay in a motel for a couple of days. But who am I kidding, she'll settle for a couple of days and get right back into it. I think my only option is to move out, get a divorce. But even then, I know what will happen, phone calls and emails and I'll be right back where I am now. I'm having SI, but I'm not serious about it.
There, I said it. Does anybody have a magic trick I could use?
The fact is that my anger issues are getting worse, or to say it more optimistically, they have been worse of late, especially this week.
Last week, I really thought I reached a turning point. For the first time, I actually felt anger toward my mother and teachers for being generally clueless when I was little about what was going on. It was clear to anyone with an IQ above 20 that I was having serious issues, but back in a small town in the 1960s, I'm sure the thinking was: "well, he'll grow out of it; kids are resilient." I become hopeful that finally, I could put some of the anger behind me. But no, it's even worse this week.
I can barely contain it. When I'm alone in the house, I fly into rages, scream, and pound walls and doors. There's my spittle on the mirrors. I go on walks trying to chill out but I can barely contain it even then, and I'm afraid neighbors see me grumbling to myself, or clenching my fists, or even rage whispering when I'm on part of the walk path that's among the trees or fields.
I've been trying to fight it all week: longer walks, going to the gym, trying to be mindful. There have even been moments when I'm fine, but then before I know it I'm fuming again. I've been so frustrated that I have a rage fest then start crying. Two days ago at the gym I tried to shoot a few baskets. Well, when you're really angry your jump shot suffers, a lot. I would have earned a starting position with the Bricklayers or maybe the Airballers. So I went to the shower, got into a whisper rage in the shower, then cried in the shower. Hopefully, no one heard me.
The issue is my wife and her endless criticism, reprimands, scolding, snapping, complaining about ever more miniscule issues. If there's a drop of water on the floor...snap. (And we're talking clean water here.) If I grab one too many of her precious coffee cups (at $32 each) when I'm putting them away from the washer to the cupboard...reprimand. I could go on, but right now I'm so blinded with anger I can barely think. I'm sweating right now from my latest rage fest.
I made myself sit down and start writing in the hopes that this week's rage fest will come to an end. My therapist's suggestion. After my session yesterday, I felt calm and serene; depressed, but that was a welcome break from the anger. Then I woke up from a nightmare...one of those that just doesn't make any sense: two guys in suits twisting around each other like snakes with big eyes and me trying to fiddle with my weapon to fight them. And then so far this morning, more anger. There's no escape.
I'm always such a chicken shit about confronting my wife with how sick she's become. I realized a couple days ago that she will never change and maybe she doesn't even want to. I also realized something else, that she's repeating her traumatic experiences with her grandmother, who also was a freak about criticism of others.
I'm at the point with her where I want to send a crystal clear message to my wife that it has to stop. Maybe stay in a motel for a couple of days. But who am I kidding, she'll settle for a couple of days and get right back into it. I think my only option is to move out, get a divorce. But even then, I know what will happen, phone calls and emails and I'll be right back where I am now. I'm having SI, but I'm not serious about it.
There, I said it. Does anybody have a magic trick I could use?