Thank you so much!!! Inknots. You have no idea how many times I read your message yesterday at work - must have been a dozen, at least! Everytime that I started feeling shaky, gut rolling anxiety. I even took a zanax but it didn't help, but I've started trying to breath deeply because when you are stressed your breathing changes and taking long breaths helps to diffuse you. So, I've been doing that when my mind starts winding up. I had to actually start counting down the hours at work saying to my self- you just need to get through the next minute here. Just breathe. Then you are almost to break time - just keep it together for 45 minutes and then you can break down. That was my mantra for the day.
So, let me tell you how I finally came to my conclusions - I can not control him, I have no boundaries and I am living with an ass.
Last night, while I thought I had the upper hand I pulled out his phone from the drawer and said - held out the phone to him. He said, "What did someone call?" I said, "this is what I want. I want the passcode to the phone." He just started at me - shocked. I waited. He said, "No. I am not giving it to you. It's my right. I pay for it. That's why we have two phones your's and mine. You can not control me." I said, "This is not about control. This is about trust." He said, "You'll never trust me again." I said, "Oh, really? You just decided that for me huh? This is what I am attempting to do - TRUST YOU! Why do you think I am STILL HERE - working on it?" He said, "You will just be all over me. I'm telling you right now I'm not giving it to you." I said, "Well then you can just sleep in the other room then." He said, "What?" and I said, "Yeah". So, then he said, well do you want the air conditioner in YOUR room then?" I said, Yes, and he hauled the portable A/C unit to our bedroom. I went out on the deck and smoked, and smoked. He stayed happy as a clam on the couch it seemed. He made is coffee for the morning and saved me what was in the coffee pot as he made me coffee when I got home. I came in and told him (Wow you saved me coffee, that was very considerate of you. and honestly meant it.) I went back on the deck and he went to bed in the spare room (which has no A/C). I went and visited a neighbor - because I knew now that he had forced my hand - that our marriage was going downhill in a serious, fast way. Anyway, I came home feeling like shit and then looked at the counter and saw that he did not leave his phone charging in the kitchen drawer. OMG, he actually took his phone with him to the spare bedroom to charge! I just laughed out loud! What a freaking idiot! How immature - how ridiculous! I went on the deck and just freaking laughed! LOL he just doesn't GET IT! I ALREADY have what I need to know - the phone calls and facebook page - there is nothing else I need to know because it is all there. I knew then, that the phone is HIS ISSUE - not mine. This is HIS Problem not mine.
Then instead of going to bed in my room - what do I do? I go to the spare bedroom - this is where I found out I have no boundaries anymore. I said, "this is silly. If you need your privacy fine, whatever. It doesn't matter anymore to me. It's stiffling in here - come in the bedroom. He said, "This is what you wanted." (oh, poor baby I thought). I said, "Well, now it's your choice. I've made an olive branch - a peace gesture to you." I was sitting on the bed and he said, "who told you to pull my phone records?" I said, "What? uh, noone. Me." He said, I know you lied about why you went to there you said you went to pay my bill. You never do that." I actually couldn't even remember that statement. But now I recall it. I told him, "I remember something vaguely but I pulled them no one told me to." He said, "It doesn't matter." I thought, Yeah it doesn't matter now - You fucked up. I was about ready to leave as I am now getting really, really tired - I notice that when I take a zanax I get really, really tired by 10 pm can't keep my eyes open. It felt like it was 230 in the morning. He rolls over and says to me - "Why all this interest in learning spanish to communicate with my parents now?" Oh for christ sake I think I said, "(insert name) Really? You told me." He said soemthing to the effect of "You promised me that when you finished school you would learn Spanish. We got all those tapes and discs before. We've been together for all these years and you still don't know how to communicate with my parents." (As if in his mind this was an example of why I didn't love him.) I said exasperated "This is the THIRD time I am trying to learn it! I went through all the discs BEFORE! I still didn't get it. I told you. I have a learning disability with language. It took me 4 times to pass my language requirement in school! Listen, I've been doing this for three weeks and I am only on page 21 or 24 in the book! In order for me to learn it I have to sit and write all the words, over and over and over again. I have to memorize them all!" It was like he had totally forgotten that I HAVE attempted to learn it! At this point, I am literally nodding off while sitting there. I said, "listen I've got to go to bed. Do whatever." I left and looked the clock it was only 12:30 am. I felt like it was 4 am. He slept there. I woke up and realized what I said in my last post.
I can not control him.
I can not get him to be the husband I want him to be.
I can not "nice" him back.
He is in whatever - lala land (the fog?) he has created for himself that has no bearing on reality. I believe you guys call it "rewriting history" - I call it reality distortion, selective memory and faulty reasoning to justify your poor behavior.
I can not make him take responsiblity or make him tell him .
I can not make him tell me he is sorry. Make him feel remorseful. Or any of the things that I need. The only thing I can do is me. I can change me not for him or for us, but for me. Because this life is untolerable for me anymore.
I can change how I relate to him.
I can change what I do for myself.
This will be a long road. Not easily done. But this is the first step - becoming aware. And it's ok if I back slide, if I have anxiety attacks, it's ok. Because who knows what the day holds for me - I just have to hang on to the next minute, or hour or day.