She is also still a little foggy. No OM or OW would have any control over you if you were not.
This is a good point and one I hadn't considered.
So when do you know you are out? I'm thinking when my mind doesn't wander to OM when I'm scared, upset, anxious or bored?
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My self imposed rule is that until I'm out of the fog, I don't get to decide anything bigger than what to have for dinner.
What is it, exactly, that you have to lose?
As Dorothy would say, what fresh hell is this? What on earth kind of horrid picture are you using to flagellate yourself with and fall short of?
Change is travelling into unknown territory and conquering it. It takes courage and will power.
The fresh hell of the horrid picture is what I have to lose and traveling to that territory is, I see now, both terrifying and ill advised.
So, change the picture. Abandon the perfection standard. Be myself.
Fears and horrors and easier said than done as you all know. First of all, who is she? I know some stuff about her. But a lot of her got smashed into tiny shards early on. Putting her back together is taking some work. And the voice that says "if he really knows you, he won't love you do just leave the shards alone" just will not shut up.
You entire post--to my ears--drips with a tone of "I don't want to do this."
That's close. But what I'm really saying is "I don't know if I want to do this, and if the answer to that is yes, I don't know if I'm capable."
I know the "excuse" of being brought up in an environment where lying is a pre-requisite to living is hard to swallow. If you haven't had a narcissistic mother, it's very difficult to explain. Here's the program with an NPD mom: Mom is dependent on the kids to meet her emotional needs. It should be the other way around. The kids aren't distinct people -- they are an extension of her. Boundaries? What are those? Mistakes and bad feelings don't make mom feel good about herself so the kid learns to lie and stuff it because she is six 6 and literally needs her mother so the kid can survive. Mom can't be the one who is screwed up because the kid has to have her to live, so the kid takes responsibility for the mom. The relationship has some aspects of the Stockholm syndrome. Keep Mother Happy At All Costs was the family mantra because you seriously, seriously did not want mother unhappy.
It all looks good on the surface, the perfect happy family, but of course it isn't. Because I couldn't reconcile the dissonance between what I was told and what I was experiencing I never learned to trust myself. But I did learn how to hide myself, and I did learn how to lie.
My FOO issues haven't sentenced me to a life of hiding and lying. But because those patterns are so deeply ingrained in me, it's tough to recognize them, and I can't break them if I don't recognize them. So BaxtersBFF is exactly right. The A brought these issues into sharp relief.
The question I'm asking myself is do I want to be married at all. FOO issues are critical to that answer. I've viewed my H as a roadblock to living the life I want to live, but I think I've been projecting my mother onto him.
I'm at a natural breaking point in life. Two of my three kids are gone and the youngest starts driving in January, we are selling the house which is suddenly way too big, I need to find a job but I refuse to practice law and I feel like that's all I am qualified to do, I'm basically in NC with my mother, I'm menopausal and grieving the loss of my fertility and youth, and I'm wondering what I want the last part of my life to look like.
So, 50, female, job being outsourced to colleges, unemployed with no marketable skills, riddled with self doubt & foggy. Not a pretty picture.
My goal is to be ready to have the conversation with my H by Thanksgiving. I know that sounds like a long time, but in truth we talked a lot about the A -- or a lot for us -- between all the various D days, and, because we have been together for so long there is a lot of non-verbal communication. Like last night, he said he'd noticed that I have been touching and hugging him more since we dropped our middle child off at college. He sees I'm not talking to friends that I know he finds threatening. And he's doing things differently too.