My husband never asked for details. Just wanted generic stuff. I never filled out a timeline. There seemed to be no need for one.
People have come and gone on SI and the subject of timelines has come up a million and one times. I see the agony that people are going thru, how much or how little to add in, forgetting details, turning it in to their BS, the agony their BS experienced when reading it, etc. etc. I've watched from afar and think, "Whew. I'm so glad I never had to do that."
My husband and I had an experience in recent weeks that has sent both of us into a downward spiral with what feels like no brakes. In discussing the situation and the thought processes and behaviors behind it, it inevitably led to more questions about my own A. Which led to more new knowledge on his part. Which felt like TT from me. Purely gut wrenching.
Another situation popped up which forced me to really look internally and finally spill in bloody, gory detail why it was so painful for me. My husband looked at me shocked, "I never knew it affected you that way."
Of course he wouldn't know. He didn't ask, I didn't tell. In this whole communication thing, I haven't fully opened up with everything in regards with the A, because he "didn't want to know" and I thought it best to just keep it in and deal with it on my own. And we're here 18 months later, and I've realized, I've shot myself in the foot.
"Lucky" me, not filling out a timeline, not pouring out the story, is getting slapped around (by my own inner demons) because I never shared it with my husband. Had I written it all out, had I shared, we could have handled some things very differently. We're both sitting here thinking, "Well duhhhh..."
Yesterday I sat down and started writing. That fear you guys talk about? Now I know. The horror are typing and then reading what you wrote? Now I know. Going thru the details and seeing the monster that is within? Now I know. Remembering the heartache and disappointment in your beloved's eyes? Now I know. Writing it out, seeing how each choice made led you further and further into the pit and wanting to scream, "Stop! Don't do that!"? Now I know.
You people that get on here in the days and weeks following Dday and agonize about writing all this crap out? Do it. Get it out there. I totally believe that I should have done it back then. Even if it "wasn't needed". At least the information would have been there for if/when it was needed.
You come to SI with an open wound. You're bleeding out everywhere. It's ok to bleed a little more and get your story out on paper. That story is needed to heal.
Don't do what I did. Don't wait till a scab forms then realize there's a splinter underneath causing discomfort and infection. Because then you have to pick the scab back, start digging, and the bleeding starts all over again.
Now I know.
[This message edited by Aubrie84 at 10:12 AM, June 5th (Wednesday)]