He just stomped in and said, "I'm going to live my life the way I want to live it but if you're gonna force me to get a job...then I guess I'll do that, but I want you to know that you've just made me miserable. I'd rather pack up and go over there and get out of here and this stress. But you are going to force me back into the 8 hour a day BS and then I can't get the cabin done, etc.....etc. etc. Oh, but I'll do it cause I love you."
I said, "I just thought you could figure out how to bring in a couple hundred a week to make this transisition less triggering and more financially stable."
I was in utter astonishment. My eyes red, my hands shaking, days and days of flashbacks, the same requests made calmly until his putzing put me over the edge (months of flashbacks really). This is all I ever asked. I was doing everything I could do.
It was like this tirade of who he was and what he was gonna do was all just to make him feel better about himself. I was in broken astonishment..just broken. No anger, no fear, just total astonishment. Like this is how he was showing me he loved me and wanted to see me get some relief?
I ended up saying absolutely nothing. Trembling terribly. He came back in later and attempted to put his hand on my shoulder and told me to take a pill.
I said; "You've lost all privledges to touch me, tell me what to do, or be a part of my life in any way shape or form."
I'm looking into finding a shelter until I can find a room to rent. I don't want to go the legal fight with him, too much stress. I just want out. Oh, I asked if he could stay at one of his friends very politely in order to help with my triggering and he said he was going to pack up the cows, his horse, all his stuff and go over to the unfinished unheated cabin. F&cker can't even stay at a friends a couple of days. Drama....
Hope there's room at the shelters. I felt so loved and cherished after his little tirade.....