Between you, me, and mental illness
As much as I would love to say that there is a great reconciliation, I can not. My life is good., I feel blessed, I have a cute little kitten attacking my fingers as I type, kids are healthy, yet there is a great sadness years later.
My WS has not been able to be there for me in much of any way. Anxiety. Honestly I don’t mind dealing with it and being supportive in her work or personal life. I just long for the day when she decides that the "I’m a big girl and I just need to hike up my panties and deal" goes away. It is okay for our daughter to be on medication and see a therapist. In fact, it was highly suggested by her. What’s good for the goose is not good for the gander. End tangent…
To the point, the affair doesn’t bother me much any more beyond the odd trigger. However, the fact that my WS hasn’t been there for me much does. In fact, it is to the point of losing attraction.
I guess I’m just sharing with a group than can understand…
8 comments posted: Thursday, June 9th, 2022
The ghost of seasons past
I find it interesting, 6 years out and I am spending more time reading and posting here than in years. Some of this is a want to return some value to others following behind.
The other half seems to be a search for something. I am not sure what it is, but I just feel like I am missing something. It’s like the ethereal wisp of a vapor which can be seen in your peripheral vision, that disappears when you turn to look.
7 comments posted: Saturday, February 26th, 2022