I half want to write this – and half, don’t give a darn.
I am an old hag – 45 – married for the second time and sometime in the past few years, “something” has happened and he is now so distant I am gobsmacked.
I have no family or friends and I take antidepressants and all that – doesn’t seem to help.
I had 2 lots of brain surgery a year ago, and he even managed to pick a fight with me on the day I came home. He has no concept of what I went through, and he doesn’t want to know. He doesn’t want to talk to the docs and get an idea of the horror, and he won’t look at internet pics I find. I had to drop out of the very last 2 topics of my degree cos I suddenly was diagnosed with this brain thing. He has no concept how   much this hurts – I had to struggle and struggle to get into that course — with 7 kids from my first marriage, and getting married at 16 so missing out on the teenage part of life and traditional education.
Also – he is 63. Who’s going to put food on the table if I don’t get my degree and a decent job? Or am I doomed to waitress, pump gas, and clean toilets?
I love him but I can’t take the hurt anymore. We were lying in bed (it was Sunday morning here) – and I said “If you had a magic wand – forget about finances, work, kids etc…..where would you be right now?”
I was thinking – in a bathing suit, softly floating draped skirt, lovely drink in hand, and strolling in the tepid water as I walked towards the inviting shade of a large palm tree.
He said
…….. THE CEMETARY.
I was taken aback so gently asked things like was he there visiting someone ? Chacking out a plot….no one wants to talk about it but I thought, well, maybe that was it.
No. He wanted to be at the cemetary – so he never has to wake up again.
I asked him if he was depressed, and in quite a chipper voice he said “oh no, I’m OK”. And a similar answer about suicide – he figures we’ll all die sometime and he’s happy to wait – miserable and feeling trapped and a whole heap of other things he hs said – til he kicks the bucket.
This is incredibly weird to me. And I should not have asked – but I did: on a hypothetical “Happiness Scale” where 10 = super happy, 1 = forget it – you lose – you couldn’t make an ant happy if you were covered in honey and lay near its nest.
So guess what score I got – a zero (O)……wonderful.
I reversed the question…..a sadness scale, with 10 being he wants to scratch out his eyeballs and drink lethal cocktails til he’s dead, and zero being he is over-the-top-happy and just wanted to be with me – that would be all he needed to be happy.
Laugh (or cry) now. He gave me a 10.
I am so sad, it rips at my gut. I feel like a nobody – who cares? I am numb and sad. I can’t drive cos of the narcs I’m on, but he went out so I asked him to get me a bottle of rum….. and I never, ever drink.
I know I am spinning that gun barrel. I know it’s just a matter of time before I get the loaded chamber.
4 comments
I think he really cares for you but maybe he’s havinf issues and he’s afraid to open up because he doesn’t want you to see him weak. You shouldn’t say that no one cares because so many people care. And so does God. He always has and will care. Just have little faith. And I wouldn’t recoment taking narcs with rum. Not a very good combo. Gets you messed up. Stay well. XoXo.
Good luck, I hope you (both of you) figure things out and can end up happy, however you want to end up happy. It sounds like he has some problems he needs to work out, and it sounds like you are doing an awesome job with what you have. Keep going, you’re not too far away from being able to make things work, as awful as it feels now. I wish you well.
Wow, I’m so sorry for you. But don’t let those things push you over the edge. It’s possible that he’s just ill and it’s coming out in a bad way, and you happen to be on the receiving end. You said you have no family or friends, but it doesn’t mean it always has to be like that. We’re all here for you 🙂 Maybe you could talk to him and say he’s hurting you, and maybe see if he’d get some help for depression?
Husband may be having male menotpause. You also mentioned his age and you having to put food on the table. At his age is he not get a Pension or Government retirement check ?
If he grew up in a family or society where “its” the mans job to put food on the table, this may be the basis for his depressive mood, and general blah that he is feeling.
Hoepfully you both will get past this, there is just too much unhappiness in the world.