My brain seems to be going to all kinds of new lows.
First the question about "if ow was married, would you still have gotten involved with her?"
What does that matter? She wasn't and he did. Will change nothing.
Then our conversation the other night about his feelings and actions toward me before and shortly after dday. He stated that he felt like I was his enemy and was in his way. Yes, I felt this, his contempt was palpable.
Then that brings me to a new thought, awful, "did you ever wish me dead?" you know just out of the way, problem solved, terrible terminal disease, accident, moral dilemma gone, sympathy and encouragement for moving on with your "perfect life".
Yesterday, I could not control my emotions. I held it all in at work but in the car on the way home it felt like a violent storm inside my head and body. I wanted to scream, to smash things. When I got home I let it out in a very uncharacteristic way for me.
H came into the kitchen and asked what was wrong, I just told him I had crazy head. I guess the look on my face was angry. He asked, "why are you mad at me?" Probably not the right question in the moment. I lost it, I didn't say anything directly about him but cried and yelled a stream of obscenities. Who was that? I had such rage and pain, it just came spewing out and I don't think any of it made any sense, just every vile word I could think of, I probably made a few up.
H held me as I cried but when I started yelling obscenities he walked outside. I went to bed and sobbed, not cried, but sobbed and screamed, that primal scream of pain for maybe half an hour. He came up and held me when I calmed. He made me dinner. I apologized for expressing my anger in such an unhealthy way. He understood, said it was probably necessary, that I needed to get it out.
He apologized to me for causing so much pain. He thanked me for giving him this chance. He told me that throughout his days at work he does think about this, about the pain he has caused me.
It helped to hear all of that from him. I think we might be starting in the right direction.
I feel so embarrassed about my outburst yesterday. That is not me, I am always so in control of my words and actions. In a strange way it did offer relief. After, even though I felt embarrassed, ashamed of my words and screaming, my body and mind felt lightened. It felt almost like I would imaging a violent storm, the build up of energy, the crashing of thunder and flashes of lightening and rain pounding, then the slow lifting, the calm after.
I have never done this in front of anyone before. I did this every night when h was gone. I screamed and cried, without the obscenities though, this is new, until I lost my voice. I just did it in private. If anyone wanted to come over I made excused because I needed my fix of screaming.
As soon as h moved home I stopped. I thought I stopped because I didn't need it, because now I could talk to him. Maybe I do need to scream still, to let out this pain in a primal way. Maybe I have just been stuffing it down because I am ashamed of my loss of control.