Hi everyone - I am here and am doing what I am supposed to be doing including resting and trying to nourish myself. Thank you to everyone - Shockedmom, Thanksgiving, kaygem, Furious1, Steven, susieq, seekers, heartbroken_kk, WifeInterrupted, Cooley2Share, Guy123....really, just everyone, for your thoughts, advice, concern, cheerleading and just companionship. I'm beyond grateful.
I wanted to update that I took advantage of social services here and discussed my situation with a counselor who is helping me find an IC based on the private insurance I carry here. Spending that time talking about what I have been going through and how it has impacted me was like being able to breathe again after feeling like I was drowning. I look forward to finding a counselor and dealing with this with professional help.
But the big news is that H now knows I'm here, though not by me. I didn't call him - the airline did!!! Airline was trying to reunite me with my suitcase. He got the call and airline told him they had to remove my bag due to a medical emergency but they had no other details to give him. What a shock to have him show up this afternoon!!! Could he have called? No! He showed up here all concerned wondering if I was dead or whatever after he got the call. He called around and found me.
So now he knows. He reminded me he's my husband and is here to help while I reminded him how ironic it was that he was the reason I was here in the first place. I tried my hardest not to be snarky, mean, stressed, agitated, cross and every other thing I was feeling. I was trying for me, not for him and not wanting to make him feel bad. I told him I couldn't deal with 'us' right then and there but that we would have to do that eventually, on my time and terms.
He asked if he could stay and told him it would be more helpful if he could bring me my suitcase just so I could shower, put on clean clothes, brush my teeth, hair etc, and so he did. He brought me my bag and asked if he could stay for a while. I'm not gonna lie, I was torn, but I'm also not ready. Seeing him stressed me out after the shock wore off so I asked him to give me the space I need and to please just go home. He has apologized for "all of this" and has now gone. When he brought my suitcase, he brought me flowers. And a card. I have not opened it yet.
In the meantime, I have also heard from my daughter as my husband called her asking if she knew where I was. My phone had died so I couldn't make calls so with my husbands phone, I called her and told her all is well but that H and I were in a bad place, not to worry and I'd discuss with her when I was ready and feeling better. Work is fine with my taking some time away and I am in touch with colleagues who plan to come visit. They are offering whatever I need to help me get better, without knowing why I'm really here ... healing from a broken heart.
So I am no longer all alone but I am totally at a loss how to proceed with my H. He says he wants to be here for me but he's the last person I want here now. I literally can't look at him, though at the same time, I want him right here, not sure whether it's to punish him by seeing me like this, or to have the comfort of having someone near me. That was really confusing.
What a horrible mess. But for now, I'm not gonna let it bother me. I get another night here so I'm going to rest and not deal with it and try to hush my mind.
Edited to add:
I did text H to warn him that if he said one word to skank neighbor about this, ever said my name to her ever again, whether referring to me by name, TBB or anything else, I would never speak to him again. Ever!
He texted back not only would he never say a word to her about me and my circumstances, he would never text or speak to her again.
I said I call bull$h!7 on that one but to never, ever discuss me again!!!
[This message edited by SpeedBump at 2:18 PM, January 21st (Monday)]