Here I am, angry again. What else is new. So the sessions booked for my Sufferer's deep soul-rotting revelation which he made to me the other day, have morphed not into sessions to deal with the childhood incest (on top of every other trauma under the sun that this man has been through), but into "marital couples counselling". How the f... did that happen? Nice move, dear husband...
I am supporting my arse off here, I am becoming a sad, worried and anxious woman. My life revolves around him. But, I have become the problem. You see, I am the "doctor" who cannot live without my poor sick and defenseless victimised "patient". Oh but he loves the attention and the care. He loves being at the very centre of my universe.
But, what gives me the right to be the "doctor" and not the wife?
The therapy got off to a good start though, for me, that is...I just can't shake the feeling that the Universe is trying to teach me a good lesson. And that I say with no anger or bitterness intended. I need to stop caring so much, I need to learn how to let go and just let be. It is agonising when you can so clearly see the path of destruction someone close to you is walking on, but you cannot avert disaster on their behalf.
I need to learn how to love, but to let it be. And no, dear Self, you cannot go and Google that for info in amongst all the other topics you have Googled yourself silly about in recent months in your little attempts to understand life and the why's and wherefor's.