Today I am not so much angry, but so desperately SAD. Sad that he had a cutting session the other day, a day before a psychiatrist appointment. He texted me at work about it "no matter how deeply I cut, I still feel nothing". I did not know what to do. I agonised at my desk, whilst having to pretend to all around me that everything is hunky dory. I ended up not rushing home. I texted back to ask if he needs help. He said "what can help me?". I replied "just someone to be there with you". He was non-commital. So I just said "I am here and I care". When I came home that afternoon, he was lying in bed with a cloth over his face. He had cut under his eyes on his cheekbones, as well as on his arms. Of course the psychiatrist upped his mood medications, double dosis of Lamitrogine and additional add-on mood med/antipsychotic Seroquel. He was on the upped new dosages for a week. Then complained of feeling too tired to get out of bed in the mornings. Plus kidney and liver pains. Says he's been made to take meds since the age of 12 (his late mother stuffed him with all sorts of pills as a kid). So now he seems to want to abandon all meds. Says he is costing me too much money.
I am sad to the core that his life is such a never-ending tragedy that plays itself out to the same old script, day in and out.
I am painfully sad to realise that I married him out of pity, and I married him as it took me meeting someone like him, with an extremely abused and traumatised background, to mirror my own pain back to me. To mirror to me the hurt, sad and emotionally neglected little child inside of me who has never been allowed to heal herself. I am sad that I realise that we have a sham of a marriage, even though we claim to love one another. It has been all about his pain and me trying to fix his pain (and therefore, by proxy my pain). There is a HUGE chasm between us. I know I need to let go and I need to turn inward to heal my broken inner child.
There are no guarantees that he will ever manage to heal his own brokenness. Maybe this is as far as he will ever get.
I am so desperately SAD that I could cry my bitter tears for days on end....