nikkinik
19-11-16, 01:26
I've not posted anything here is such a long time. I feel bad for returning after such a long time away but I have no one else to turn to.
I've only been married just over a year but I've been with him for 12 years. I just don't think I can carry on with him any more.
My heart is breaking, yet I know it's my own doing.
My sons real Dad was killed and I thought that was me from then on, just done, doomed to living a life in my parents box room bringing up my child alone, but I met such a lovely, loving and caring man, hes become our sons Dad and a great one at that, even little things like making sure he's around for parents evening and making time to do homework.. He's just a lovely man.
He asks nothing of me, we're a bit old fashioned if you like, in that he works and I cook, clean, decorate, garden.. Whatever it may be, I try to look after things here and he goes out to work.. Which is a godsend seeing as I struggle to function as a 'normal' person.. Work, commitments, basically whenever I have to be somewhere I turn into a wreck, the panic, anxiety, ibs, the lot will flare up.. And even small panic episodes wear me out now because of the general day to day anxiety.. Simple things set me back and I find it's hard to recover now. Then there's the ibs, the social anxiety.. The list goes on.
I'd say my problems started in 2003
My partner was killed.. I sank into depression
That depression (whilst pregnant) led me to stay indoors where I felt safe and wanted to protect the baby..
That went into agoraphobia
Anxiety
Ibs - well, that was the conclusion after years of suffering, hospital appointments, a&e admissions.. You name it, I've had every test known to man
An ectopic pregnancy coupled with the years of running to the bathroom led me to have health anxiety..
..I got Cbt for the agoraphobia about 5 years ago and I've been on medication for the ibs in the last 4 years or so, but slowly things that were always a problem, have crept in and become bigger ones
..I now still have all that, albeit on a better/easier to cope with level (thanks to Cbt) but now realise I hate myself. I hate who I am, everything I am and are not(!), I feel I'm an awful parent.. As much as I've tried to shield my son from my issues I feel he's a sensitive little lad, he cries easily, he doesn't think much of himself.. He's basically me, as I was as a child
I feel I'm ugly, stupid, painfully shy - always making my husband go alone to work functions, I can't even bare looking ppl in the eye anymore, I dread having to make conversations because I have nothing to talk about anyway..
I feel like I'm one of life's misfits, like I'm not supposed to be here. Not that I will do anything to end my life, but I find life one struggle after the next.
I was cutting myself last year, just because I felt so disgusted with myself.. Then when the cutting upset my husband I took to.. And I can't believe I'm typing this.. But I began punching myself, my legs mainly, I just hated the way I looked, I hated my body carrying around this horrible person and so I guess I wanted to take out my frustrations upon it.. Yes, mad I know. When I told my husband I just wanted my life to be over he got so mad with me and in the end begged me to get some help.. I hated seeing him so angry and distraught. Yet I still felt, and feel the same today, if it wasn't for my son I'd probably be praying for death!
But, and this is my main problem..
It's my husband that makes me feel worse. And not him as a person, he doesn't mistreat me, he's a wonderful man.. that's my problem - he's too good for me.
When i asked for help to overcome all this, thinking that it would help our relationship it didn't really go as I'd have hoped.
The therapist told me I was selfish. I had too much time on my hands. And basically I didn't have enough space in my brain to be worrying so much. When I reeled off one problem after the next she kept telling me to focus on one issue and got angry at me when I didn't know what I wanted my end goal to be.. All I could say was "I just want to feel better, to not hate myself" but she said that goal wasn't enough, I guess it didn't look good on her form. So we're to focus on my low self esteem over an "intensive" counselling session, ie 3 X 1 hour appointments with a counsellor.. In 18 months time... That's it.
If the end result was to work on one problem rather than the whole picture.. Am I beyond help, am I just too much for every one???
I just feel like I want out of this. If I'm out shopping alone I'm ok, if I'm doing anything alone or with my son.. I'm ok. Factor in my husband and I feel boring, thick, ugly, a burden, not enough, not interesting enough, not expressive enough, not light and cheery.. As he said, I'm hard work sometimes and I just can't cope with it any more. I love him so much but these feelings just get bigger and bigger - With him, I hate me.
He's recently lost weight, he says for me.. I feel it's because a gorgeous young woman has been working alongside him for the past few months (that I only found out about tonight, by digging) Just the thought of that alone makes me want to leave... What makes me think hes done it for her is that when I started exercising (to try and feel better about myself and to help lift my low mood) I then cut my hair, I even got lip injections to try and like myself a little more... When I did all that he questioned if I had someone else, ' who was I doing it for'.. If he was thinking that way; that I was changing myself for someone else, was he thinking along those lines because he was changing/ losing weight for someone else..?
He's been flirty with someone else at work about 6 years ago, right around the time I was struggling so badly with panic and agoraphobia.. Now I feel we're back there again, him wanting to impress someone else, coming home happy because he's been with her, someone who brightens his day.. She really is gorgeous this time too, long blonde hair, long legs, great body, nice b oobs(!) , happy smily personality, confident, into motorbikes (the industry he works in) great teeth/smile.. You name it, all the blokes stare at her, she will no doubt be draped over the bikes at some point..
And he works with her, then comes home to me, the opposite of her.. this one big baggage of mess!
I lose sleep over that. Him working so closely with her on something he's so passionate about, her being so pretty and lovely.. It makes me hate myself more.
I hate it.
I just want to leave because I can't cope.
I don't even know how it would work. I guess I'd have to move back in with my dad, but that means uprooting our son, I have no savings, nothing.. My Dad is all I have left. My Nanna died this year, my mum left last year, every other family member has passed away, I have no friends..
I just know I can't go on in this marriage feeling even worse about myself than I already do. Even my husband says it's a constant struggle to make me accept that he loves me.. He's told me I'm hard work.. Which makes me feel even worse..M
I just can't go on like this.
If you've stuck it out this far you deserve a medal.
I'm sorry...
I've only been married just over a year but I've been with him for 12 years. I just don't think I can carry on with him any more.
My heart is breaking, yet I know it's my own doing.
My sons real Dad was killed and I thought that was me from then on, just done, doomed to living a life in my parents box room bringing up my child alone, but I met such a lovely, loving and caring man, hes become our sons Dad and a great one at that, even little things like making sure he's around for parents evening and making time to do homework.. He's just a lovely man.
He asks nothing of me, we're a bit old fashioned if you like, in that he works and I cook, clean, decorate, garden.. Whatever it may be, I try to look after things here and he goes out to work.. Which is a godsend seeing as I struggle to function as a 'normal' person.. Work, commitments, basically whenever I have to be somewhere I turn into a wreck, the panic, anxiety, ibs, the lot will flare up.. And even small panic episodes wear me out now because of the general day to day anxiety.. Simple things set me back and I find it's hard to recover now. Then there's the ibs, the social anxiety.. The list goes on.
I'd say my problems started in 2003
My partner was killed.. I sank into depression
That depression (whilst pregnant) led me to stay indoors where I felt safe and wanted to protect the baby..
That went into agoraphobia
Anxiety
Ibs - well, that was the conclusion after years of suffering, hospital appointments, a&e admissions.. You name it, I've had every test known to man
An ectopic pregnancy coupled with the years of running to the bathroom led me to have health anxiety..
..I got Cbt for the agoraphobia about 5 years ago and I've been on medication for the ibs in the last 4 years or so, but slowly things that were always a problem, have crept in and become bigger ones
..I now still have all that, albeit on a better/easier to cope with level (thanks to Cbt) but now realise I hate myself. I hate who I am, everything I am and are not(!), I feel I'm an awful parent.. As much as I've tried to shield my son from my issues I feel he's a sensitive little lad, he cries easily, he doesn't think much of himself.. He's basically me, as I was as a child
I feel I'm ugly, stupid, painfully shy - always making my husband go alone to work functions, I can't even bare looking ppl in the eye anymore, I dread having to make conversations because I have nothing to talk about anyway..
I feel like I'm one of life's misfits, like I'm not supposed to be here. Not that I will do anything to end my life, but I find life one struggle after the next.
I was cutting myself last year, just because I felt so disgusted with myself.. Then when the cutting upset my husband I took to.. And I can't believe I'm typing this.. But I began punching myself, my legs mainly, I just hated the way I looked, I hated my body carrying around this horrible person and so I guess I wanted to take out my frustrations upon it.. Yes, mad I know. When I told my husband I just wanted my life to be over he got so mad with me and in the end begged me to get some help.. I hated seeing him so angry and distraught. Yet I still felt, and feel the same today, if it wasn't for my son I'd probably be praying for death!
But, and this is my main problem..
It's my husband that makes me feel worse. And not him as a person, he doesn't mistreat me, he's a wonderful man.. that's my problem - he's too good for me.
When i asked for help to overcome all this, thinking that it would help our relationship it didn't really go as I'd have hoped.
The therapist told me I was selfish. I had too much time on my hands. And basically I didn't have enough space in my brain to be worrying so much. When I reeled off one problem after the next she kept telling me to focus on one issue and got angry at me when I didn't know what I wanted my end goal to be.. All I could say was "I just want to feel better, to not hate myself" but she said that goal wasn't enough, I guess it didn't look good on her form. So we're to focus on my low self esteem over an "intensive" counselling session, ie 3 X 1 hour appointments with a counsellor.. In 18 months time... That's it.
If the end result was to work on one problem rather than the whole picture.. Am I beyond help, am I just too much for every one???
I just feel like I want out of this. If I'm out shopping alone I'm ok, if I'm doing anything alone or with my son.. I'm ok. Factor in my husband and I feel boring, thick, ugly, a burden, not enough, not interesting enough, not expressive enough, not light and cheery.. As he said, I'm hard work sometimes and I just can't cope with it any more. I love him so much but these feelings just get bigger and bigger - With him, I hate me.
He's recently lost weight, he says for me.. I feel it's because a gorgeous young woman has been working alongside him for the past few months (that I only found out about tonight, by digging) Just the thought of that alone makes me want to leave... What makes me think hes done it for her is that when I started exercising (to try and feel better about myself and to help lift my low mood) I then cut my hair, I even got lip injections to try and like myself a little more... When I did all that he questioned if I had someone else, ' who was I doing it for'.. If he was thinking that way; that I was changing myself for someone else, was he thinking along those lines because he was changing/ losing weight for someone else..?
He's been flirty with someone else at work about 6 years ago, right around the time I was struggling so badly with panic and agoraphobia.. Now I feel we're back there again, him wanting to impress someone else, coming home happy because he's been with her, someone who brightens his day.. She really is gorgeous this time too, long blonde hair, long legs, great body, nice b oobs(!) , happy smily personality, confident, into motorbikes (the industry he works in) great teeth/smile.. You name it, all the blokes stare at her, she will no doubt be draped over the bikes at some point..
And he works with her, then comes home to me, the opposite of her.. this one big baggage of mess!
I lose sleep over that. Him working so closely with her on something he's so passionate about, her being so pretty and lovely.. It makes me hate myself more.
I hate it.
I just want to leave because I can't cope.
I don't even know how it would work. I guess I'd have to move back in with my dad, but that means uprooting our son, I have no savings, nothing.. My Dad is all I have left. My Nanna died this year, my mum left last year, every other family member has passed away, I have no friends..
I just know I can't go on in this marriage feeling even worse about myself than I already do. Even my husband says it's a constant struggle to make me accept that he loves me.. He's told me I'm hard work.. Which makes me feel even worse..M
I just can't go on like this.
If you've stuck it out this far you deserve a medal.
I'm sorry...