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WatkinsGirl
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Dear Paranoid10;
I completely hear what you are saying, but now he won't speak to me. We had an emergency marriage counseling session where he basically told the therapist that I am an alcoholic, and that is the only problem. Just me.
I am not an alcoholic in the traditional sense. However, i can abuse alchol when I am in a social setting I can let myself get carried away. He met me in college, and this has always been the case. But now, when I drink, he will interrogate me, and inevitably because I have been drinking, my filter isn't affixed nice and tight. And I let some of the hurt and resentment pour out. He doesn't think he has a problem.
He still doesn't want me in the house, which is legally completely unfounded, but I figured would give him space. so, after the counseling session I went back to my parent's house, then I went out with friends for dinner. I drank a little, but then started to feel very strange. I asked my friend to drive me home, because I didn't think I should, and we decided to go back to my house. I tried calling hiim multiple times to let him know we were on our way, and that I needed my medicine.
When I got there he was furious. How dare you drink, etc. I told him I had no where else to go because my dad was being weird, and then he screamed that I was the worst thing that ever happened to him, that I was a pathetic and unbelievable. He said that he wished he had never met me. He was yelling, I was standing next to our closet and he made me hand him the rifle in the closet so that I "didn't go and stupidly shoot myself".
The next morning I was still not feeling right ( I have a heart condition), I tried to ask him for a ride to the hospital, he said no, I don't even believe you, and get the f away from my truck. I was stunned, and I didn't move, I begged, please, can you just drive me to the hospital? I am having chest pain. He said, no, call 911 if it is really that bad, and just tell me what hospital you go to, and then he picked me up under my arms and tossed me into the house.
He came to the hospital, and was very nice there. I actually didn't even think that he would be coming. He didn't want to give me a ride there, why would he come? My sister was there, so I think that was the only reason that he was at all kind to me.He did bring some medicines out to my parent's house when I asked for them, but said that when he get to the house, no one was to come out and he would not come in. He would drop them off and then call from his truck once he had left.
He doesn't want to see or speak to me. He told me I couldn't cook the turkey at our house, and I would have to figure something else out. I texted him "Happy Thanksgiving, I love you." Radio silence.
The level of hate he is showing me is something that one would reserve for a complete pariah. You would think that I had just walked in the door and told him that I had been intimate with the entire homeless population of New York City. It is unfathomable. I have to admit, I didn't even want to schedule my next counseling session (I have to do an individual history session apart from our joint sessions). I am actually kind of pissed off that he would act like this.
And to be very honest, while I am still hearbroken and confused, I think it is pretty low to refuse your wife a ride to the hospital. And I hardly think that I am the worst thing that ever happened to him, afterall, there was Iraq. That had to be worse.
I am just in a whole lot of pain, sleeping in my highschool room on a twin sized bed(sucks). And I have no idea what the right answer is. I don't know what to do. I am at a total loss.
I completely hear what you are saying, but now he won't speak to me. We had an emergency marriage counseling session where he basically told the therapist that I am an alcoholic, and that is the only problem. Just me.
I am not an alcoholic in the traditional sense. However, i can abuse alchol when I am in a social setting I can let myself get carried away. He met me in college, and this has always been the case. But now, when I drink, he will interrogate me, and inevitably because I have been drinking, my filter isn't affixed nice and tight. And I let some of the hurt and resentment pour out. He doesn't think he has a problem.
He still doesn't want me in the house, which is legally completely unfounded, but I figured would give him space. so, after the counseling session I went back to my parent's house, then I went out with friends for dinner. I drank a little, but then started to feel very strange. I asked my friend to drive me home, because I didn't think I should, and we decided to go back to my house. I tried calling hiim multiple times to let him know we were on our way, and that I needed my medicine.
When I got there he was furious. How dare you drink, etc. I told him I had no where else to go because my dad was being weird, and then he screamed that I was the worst thing that ever happened to him, that I was a pathetic and unbelievable. He said that he wished he had never met me. He was yelling, I was standing next to our closet and he made me hand him the rifle in the closet so that I "didn't go and stupidly shoot myself".
The next morning I was still not feeling right ( I have a heart condition), I tried to ask him for a ride to the hospital, he said no, I don't even believe you, and get the f away from my truck. I was stunned, and I didn't move, I begged, please, can you just drive me to the hospital? I am having chest pain. He said, no, call 911 if it is really that bad, and just tell me what hospital you go to, and then he picked me up under my arms and tossed me into the house.
He came to the hospital, and was very nice there. I actually didn't even think that he would be coming. He didn't want to give me a ride there, why would he come? My sister was there, so I think that was the only reason that he was at all kind to me.He did bring some medicines out to my parent's house when I asked for them, but said that when he get to the house, no one was to come out and he would not come in. He would drop them off and then call from his truck once he had left.
He doesn't want to see or speak to me. He told me I couldn't cook the turkey at our house, and I would have to figure something else out. I texted him "Happy Thanksgiving, I love you." Radio silence.
The level of hate he is showing me is something that one would reserve for a complete pariah. You would think that I had just walked in the door and told him that I had been intimate with the entire homeless population of New York City. It is unfathomable. I have to admit, I didn't even want to schedule my next counseling session (I have to do an individual history session apart from our joint sessions). I am actually kind of pissed off that he would act like this.
And to be very honest, while I am still hearbroken and confused, I think it is pretty low to refuse your wife a ride to the hospital. And I hardly think that I am the worst thing that ever happened to him, afterall, there was Iraq. That had to be worse.
I am just in a whole lot of pain, sleeping in my highschool room on a twin sized bed(sucks). And I have no idea what the right answer is. I don't know what to do. I am at a total loss.