I am and have been ruled by fear. These rages....they are all post A, he was not this man before. But that was a long time ago. And although he has said he wants to be the man he was twenty years ago...he is the only one who can make that happen and none of this is the man he was twenty years ago. My father would rage and rage and I think this is what paralyzes me sometimes or makes me accept it. I would run for cover with my father's rage and I actually adapted a happy-go-lucky demeanor around him to defuse. To placate.
His psych at one time proposed possible bipolar II for him. Don't know if these rages are part of that or not.
He is just so far gone. So many years of lies and deceit. I don't think he knows who he is. And he wants to blame anyone but himself. I can't help him. There I said it. But I sooo much want to. My heart soo much wants to. As if he were my child. Over myself I always choose what he needs. I try to get what I need from him but I settle for what I get instead.
I don't want to be with someone who wants to bring me down, denigrate me. Who will do to me what he did and then at times of rage tell me what he thinks is wrong with me and not in a helpful you need to fix this but in a you are disgusting and beneath me, less worthy than me, kind of a way. Begone....we're over. That is not love. It can't be. I could never hurt him like that. My heart would not allow it.
There is something wrong with this kind of rage. It accomplishes nothing except I guess for him to unleash his demons and make me feel as bad as he does. Which is sad. I don't want him to feel such pain.
Tush Nurse, I will put my bitch boots on. But I think if I can I will hide them under a long skirt. I hope that he defuses and does not leave tomorrow. Because I want to get my ducks in a perfect row with him none the wiser if possible. And then I will feel that power that you say I have FacePunched (hate calling you that :)
If he stays tomorrow, if there is a lull, I am going into action quietly, become a subversive and that's where my energies will go. Then at that time the boundaries with the ultimatums will be thrown down. He can dance or not dance, his choice, I will have my exit plan. I will feel safe.
He came home a couple hours ago. I immediately went on the phone for a long conversation with my son. WH went in basement, nothing said to me. I think I hear him going out now, maybe to shovel the new present from the polar vortex. I am going to go pour a huge glass of baileys on the rocks. Watch some SNL, have a laugh.
We shall see what tomorrow will bring.
Love to you all, you are my strength.