I think it's a blessing in disguise that Mr. Aubrie read your post. It's a perfect segue to a much needed conversation.
I wasn't aware till last night, but he followed this thread all throughout the day. It was all kinds of awkward when he got home. :/ Took a while to break thru and start talking. And even still, it feels like quicksand all over again.
The "rules" have not changed. He chose to do his own thing. I found out his usage was for a longer period of time and more frequent than I thought. That kind of hurt to hear. He didn't realize how much of a trigger/fight I have with it. Last night I had to pour out how and why.
In the beginning days after Dday, he never asked for detail, never asked for much. And I think because of his lack of wanting to know, I've kept more in than I should and it's killing us both. I'm wondering if I should write out a timeline and the whats/wheres/hows/whatever. Makes me sick to think about it, but maybe it would help us both more than we realize.
He can't understand why I have these insecurities and why it affects so much of my life. The best example I could think of that he could relate to was, if you were not 100% confident in your field of work, would you want to advertise your business in every newspaper, magazine, billboard, and park bench into the Metro area? Even a small ad in the Peddler or Craigslist would freak a person out. You have to have the confidence in your workmanship to take large strides.
My husband is at a loss on how to help me. Last night he asked me, "Do you need to get away? Do you need to be alone?" The very thought panicked me. Me? Alone? Go away somewhere for the weekend? Where? What would I do? What would it accomplish? Would it help? Yet something in the recesses of my mind thought, "Wow, that would be kind of neat. I've never been anywhere alone." *shrug* Still thinking about that one.
Another thing about the struggle of low self-esteem... Accept it.
I've been fighting that a long time. There are times I try to psych myself up to accept it, but I think I've been fooling myself all along. Disbelief, horror, and shame are blocking me from full acceptance. I know there's issues. Doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out. So what's the big deal, right?
What's something you love about yourself?
This is sad, but I don't know. I had started to find out but I let myself get lost again in the grand scheme of things. Most of the things I loved about myself are what helped me get into trouble in the first place. The other things about me are attached to people.
Someone here had suggested I feed my hobby of choice an hour a day. (That was months ago) Every time I worked on it I felt sick, so I laid it aside. That hobby is a trigger and it's going to take work to really enjoy it again, if ever.
Silver, the first thing I thought when I read your post is, I haven't read a single book in 19 months. Everything has been either a school textbook or relationship/self-healing book. I want to read more. Last weekend, I purchased a papasan chair. (Don't judge. It's a childhood dream come true.) Haven't had 10 minutes to sit in it yet. So this morning, I set my alarm an hour early, brewed some coffee, curled up in my papasan in the library, and read. It felt...nice, good, normal, natural.
I don't know that reading in the mornings is going to fix crappy self-image issues, but it was nice to sit and relax in the silence for a while.
Today I might make a throw for ME, for my chair. My toes get cold when I sit still.
Weirdest timing evah, but Mr. Aubrie had scheduled date night for us tonight before this whole episode unfolded. I feel awkward, but looking forward to it. And I'm toying with the idea of asking him to help me to slay another trigger/panic. Scary. :/
We shall see.