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Post by Eleanor Rigby on Sept 8, 2013 6:36:42 GMT
Yeah it is getting to me and bad. I feel like everything is just crashing down on top of me and the faster I dig the more rubble falls in. I'm just going to focus on one thing at a time and what I can't do I'll let go. I can't force him to seek treatment and I damn sure can't force him to get better.
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Post by Elementum on Sept 8, 2013 6:57:51 GMT
Nope, can't force anyone to do anything. Has to do it for himself. You can work on you though. That's all we have. That's all we can control. No point to go racing down the rabbit hole to "rescue" someone who doesn't want to be rescued. Doesn't work. Look at all the failed rehab situations. Similar deal. Have to quit for themselves or you can forget about it.
You already know that though. Being stuck in the same space , it grates on your nerves like no tomorrow.
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Post by Eleanor Rigby on Sept 8, 2013 7:50:44 GMT
Being stuck in the same space , it grates on your nerves like no tomorrow. THAT is what irritates me to no end. Everything he does, the sound of his voice, just the sight of him irritates me and I just want to smash his face in. Of course I would never do that because I'm not the psycho who gets pissed off for no reason at all and attacks ppl. Hanging in there and biding my time...
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Post by Elementum on Sept 8, 2013 8:48:11 GMT
Breathe in, breathe out and if he starts in on you, get out of the house. Go for a walk. Take in nature and don't focus on his crud. He will be there when you get back Ugh...but...it's a mental break from his bullcrap and psychic drain on your soul.
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Post by Eleanor Rigby on Sept 8, 2013 11:02:29 GMT
He's better today cause he got to hang out with his asshole buddies, ugh! I told him to stay away from me because I am not in a good mood and I don't plan to be in one until I'm damn good and ready. The last few days have been hell for me and it seems that there is a new pile of shit falling on me each day and with his attitude of late I'm just about out of patience. I'm actually feeling better atm because I finally got an issue not involving H halfway resolved. It's a minor issue but it was grating my last nerve lol. Funny how the little things build up and become big things huh? It was entirely out of my hands though but I finally showed my ass enough that the issue will be fixed. Whew!
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Post by Elementum on Sept 8, 2013 12:08:01 GMT
Too many little things, and the big things, and more little things...and pretty soon it's a mountain of chaos weighing a person down.
so...one little thing done..then the next. Not so bad
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Post by Eleanor Rigby on Sept 10, 2013 13:15:35 GMT
So, for the past few days all of the tape recorders in my head have been playing non stop and on maximum volume. I really hate these damn things but I don't know how to shut them off. Why is it that the ones that play the loudest are the ones from people we care about the most and they are the ones who seem to be the most negative? I wish I could set fire to these damn tapes!! My shoulders and back are knotted up and I am getting a headache. Dealing with the H is no picnic either since he runs face first into a pissy mood at any given moment of the day and then slings shit all over me and everyone else within earshot of him. I want to find a cave in the most remote place on earth and just live there like a hermit until God calls me home. No phone, no media no one and nothing but me and my purrbabies living out our lives peacefully. At least I can play my video games and shoot all kinds of people with really awesome weapons to take out my frustrations. I like blowing up imaginary people and shooting them in the head. It's cathartic for the soul while allowing the real people to live happy and healthy lol (Don't freak out over that last bit, I'm not gonna blow up a friggin' school irl or some shit so calm down)
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Post by Elementum on Sept 10, 2013 15:47:32 GMT
Yep, forgot about the negative tapes. Burn them. Worked through that in T. Wish I had the worksheets with me, somewhere around. I will look for them and get them up here.
((((ER)))))
Neck and shoulders knotting up. I hear you on that. Take a look at Yoga online....helps to do some of those. When it's really bad, that's about the only thing that really helps. Or a massage. Like the remotest place on earth plan myself LOL.
the last bit would not ever freak this old battle ax out. lol...might join you though.
Breathe in Breathe out...go for a walk and get away from the soul drain. Helps.
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Post by Eleanor Rigby on Sept 10, 2013 18:14:31 GMT
Worksheets? Sounds interesting and God knows I need something to help me shut them up lol as for that Yoga...yeah...I was gonna try that but I know I'm going to dislocate something at my age if it doesn't just fall off outright! See Eleanor do the downward dog and lose her head at the same time *plop and roll* HAHAHA! And Mizz MC, just WHY do I have to keep breathing? Can't I just hold my breath until I die? It seems most days now I just want to stay in bed, listening to Netflix on my phone with the drapes shut tight and my babies curled up on and around me snuggled up under my blankie. What's the point of breathing anymore? But then...I could go for a sexy man to massage my shoulders. At least some eye candy would be distracting. I could go for a damn good looking, broad shouldered, muscular cowboy in tight Wranglers, no shirt and bulging in all the right places right about now. Christian Kane comes to mind *drool* Oh excuse me hehehe
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Post by Elementum on Sept 11, 2013 5:10:30 GMT
Well, you are on a roll with the massage ideas! lol.
Breathing, I know, good thing it has been automatic these days or ... simply lifting out of the meat wagon sounds like a better way of dealing sometimes. *Bad thought* Just don['t want to deal with all the crap. Buuuut, that is not an option. So...carry on. One foot in front of the other. Can't stop. Nobody to pick up the pieces for me if I do.
Get some rocking tunes playing. Nothing lovey or sappy. Tends to bring me down the lovey stuff. Get some thrash or what ever you prefer. Moves my butt.
((((ER))))
Should start a man meat thread, just for eye candy purposes...lol
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Post by Eleanor Rigby on Sept 11, 2013 9:39:42 GMT
Man meat thread....me likey! HAHA I'll get through this just like every other time because good or bad God made me a fighter and a survivor. Here is my contribution to the man meat YUMMM!!
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Post by Elementum on Sept 11, 2013 15:44:45 GMT
Last time I saw something that delish was in Dom Rep. Daaayum had to try very hard not to be seen checking the bloke out as the stbx was always watching my line of sight...eeesh...LOL Freedom to check out Man Meat!!!
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Post by Eleanor Rigby on Sept 11, 2013 16:30:06 GMT
Shit, my husband has told me all of our r/s that he looks and has encouraged me too look also so now I do and I make sure he knows it. I even told him about the dream I had last night about some guy who was supposed to be his good friend that came to visit me after he left the house one day. It was weird because we were living in a really nice house in another state somewhere and this guy was supposed to be my husbands good friend. The guy had come to the house and then left ahead of my H but circled back to the house so H didn't see him. He was coming back to have sex with me. I have no clue who the guy is and I have never seen him a day in my life. The sad part is that he came back and just as we were getting started the whole dream froze like it had been paused and I woke up. Maybe it's someone I'm going to meet? I met my husband in my dreams before I ever met him irl but his face was blurred out this guy I could see as plain as day he wasn't all that great looking but he was definitely attractive and just my type I have a whole list of guys I would love to hook up with LOL here's one...
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Post by Eleanor Rigby on Sept 13, 2013 0:28:31 GMT
And the weird ass dreams just keep coming. This time the H and I were in a different house and HE WAS PREGNANT!! LMAO! I know, I know! But that wasn't the only weird part, in my dream a young lady we know who is just now 22 I think was the one who was helping him through the pregnancy NOT me. She was sleeping with him and stayed by his side 24/7 in case he had any problems and for when he went into labor. I on the other hand was developing a r/s with one of my heart throbs LOL. We were getting very close and he was flirting with me like mad but because I am still married we kept it clean haha. We were flirting with each other a lot and he slow danced with me while holding me very close and tight to him. I had my head snuggled against his chest ad he was holding one of my hands up against his chest while we danced. He was talking to me so sweetly and tenderly and we were truly happy just to be in each others company. I never had dreams like that until all of the new problems started with my H when I discovered his pedo attraction. I have no clue what my H being pregnant is supposed to mean or his young little personal assistant but I do understand my developing r/s with the heart throb I want the tenderness and affection he represents to me and I want it from someone I am actually attracted to and whom I know is capable of giving it freely without any expectations of sex or other favors. I just want someone who can like and love me the way I am with all of my unique quirks and talents instead of just sex or a paycheck. In some ways I want to be someones princess because I never was special to my own father but instead a sexual object who got ostracized from her entire family when she told on him. I don't have a princess complex because I have never been treated like one but I would love to know how it feels to be cherished that way at least once before I die. I hate how I feel when I wake up from these types of dreams because in them I feel safe and secure. I feel loved and cherished and then I have to wake up to reality. Sigh, I suppose I'll never know what being cherished really feels like but I can hope and I always have my dreams.
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Post by Elementum on Sept 13, 2013 2:27:51 GMT
ER,
you do have some seriously weird ass dreams!!! Nice one at the end though.
Yep. Would be nice wouldn't it?
I don't dream anymore. Or if I do...don't remember. Prolly a good thing. Afternoon nap dreams, those are weird though.
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