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Blood Dragon
In the darkness
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Is there no one, in this treatment process, that can see what is happening to you and tell her? Clearly, you telling her isn't working; she's hearing what she wants. Blaming others for...hey, wait a minute.
No, I'm not going to say it.
Back to my question.
Is there no one to stand for you?
Is there no one she will listen to, that can see and hear what is happening with you?
WHY IN THE FUCK ARE YOU INVISIBLE?!
And what - if anything - can I do to help?
Out
My concerns and my feelings were met with condescension and frustration. I guess, 8 weeks out of rehab, I'm supposed to be able to miraculously stop identifying patterns that led, in the past, to relapse. In other words, my feelings are insignificant, and shouldn't exist. Of course, part of he...
Regarding The Others...
Remember: to hate, you have to CARE. It requires passion.
The opposite of love is casual indifference.
You're on the right track. When you've arrived, they'll no longer be "The Others". They'll be just more faceless unpersons that you may have to interact with now and again but who mean absolutely nothing to you in any way.
But they're still oxygen thieves (a military term that you are hereby granted permission to use freely)
Quiet Day
Call the Midwife provided entertainment and pause for thought. Talked about JC's day. Apparently, there's a husband who needs a little lesson on how to support a spouse with an eating disorder. Drinks may be in order. Possibly accompanied by a minor bar brawl, if I'm lucky. Talked about my cal...
It's not too late to tell her. Tell her now.
And you need a break, man. Even just a day. If your wife still isn't up to taking care of everything, then perhaps one of your relatives can give an assist. But you - just you - need a day for YOU. (A day for the TWO of you is also a good idea. It's hard to get reacquainted, to rebuild the lost intimacy (Note: I'm not talking about sex), with children (or anyone else) around)
It's Not Fair
Well, it isn't. I tried to talk to JC last night about what was going on with me, and it all just came out wrong. Here's what's not fair: she decided to prioritize a project of her own. She missed taking care of some things on the homefront. They were little things. They were unimportant thing...
I'm glad things are going better.
You know the "bit of anxiety attack" could simply be that you were mentally preparing for the card to have bad, triggery things...and it didn't. Unused adrenaline has to do SOMETHING - if you don't fight or fly, it will make you feel pretty icky for a bit.
Milestones
Well, we steamed past about 4 dozen milestones this past weekend, so, things are moving in the right direction in many ways. We also came to a new agreement: I will still expect JC to meet just the minimal responsibilities we've agreeed to, but JC can take on any other responsibilities autonomo...
You do realize that anything resembling control is an illusion, right? Chaos always wins.
The Show So Far...
JC is doing . . . OK. She had some anxiety yesterday, and it caused some issues with her meeting her schedule, and that was very worrying to me. I have asked her to return to the "come home" restriction of her not assiting the children with homework, as well, because Tesla asked for some help a...
Good luck. Hope you don't need any luck.
Day Eighty-Eight - Home At Last
Well, that tested the upper limits of our children's patience with driving. 20 hours in two days is too much. Notes. Balloons on the house! Thanks! Car mostly cleaned out. Tomorrow. Day one. Again.
Good form.
Day Eighty-Five - Counting Hours
Seriously, I am now thinking in terms of how many hours before I get to see my wife, and bring her home. My endgame record with inpatient treatment centers is now 0-2. The same sort of meltdown happened last time. But it was more focused on the center itself, rather than my perceptions of my wif...
It's not "feelings don't matter".
It's YOUR feelings don't matter.
You're "safe". Safe people will "always" be there for you, don't have to be acknowledged for their contributions or sacrifices. It's the same thing that makes YOU saying she is pretty a meaningless thing, but the same words from a total stranger will make her float. And then you get asked why you never compliment her.
What Am I Feeling?
Anger. Frustration. Disrespected. Marginalized. Untrusted. Anger. Fear. Sadness. Marginalized. Taken advantage of. Unimportant. Feelings don't matter. Depressed. Anger. Anger. Anger. Anger. Anger.
EVERYONE has days like that, even people for whom EVERYTHING IS GOING WELL.
Like it or not, you're human. This is going to happen.
So what? It happened. It's over. It's no longer relevant. Only question is, what are you going to do next?
Day Seventy-Five - Grip Lost
Lost my grip. On work. On kid school stuff. On JC. I just need to take some time and get it back. I hope. I hope.
"Don't deserve"? My butt. You deserve anything your friends or family want to do for you. And if you continue to think otherwise, then you will deserve me kicking your ass until you start to see it my way.
So there.
Day Sixty-Six - Light
So, there is light at the end of the tunnel. JC ought to be coming home on the 22nd. Still lots to work out, have to talk with her therapist tomorrow. But that's looking like the day. I can't do the math. 88 days? Something like that. More than twice what she stayed last time. I'm paying for a...
I should have reminded you that embassies traditionally have lots of spies on hand.
This can actually be used to your advantage if you want to provide disinformation. But that takes some effort and planning. And usually isn't worth it.
Day Forty-Six - Embassy or Spy
So, got some more cards for the kids from Mommy Dearest. Opened, read, discarded. Nothing much of interest except that it is clear that Tom and Margaret (probably Tom) have been sharing the activities and pictures they've taken with the kids. In particular, with Mommy Dearest. How do I feel abou...
I don't know if it makes you feel any better...
But I think you did the right thing, here.
You should probably give her the benefit of the doubt regarding her not knowing how you felt...
Until such a time as the fact that it's utter bullshit is a suitable topic for conversation. I find it hard to believe she didn't know how you felt about it.
Day Forty-Five - Insanity
I lost it completely today. I haven't been sleeping well, because of my decision on Thursday to let e-mail from Mommy Dearest happen. I've been afraid. So afraid that I can't sleep. I can't think straight, because I'm terrified of what her mother will do. I've been angry. So angry that I've been...
So what happens if you don't respect the decision?
Because - really - you don't. You're just not showing it.
Like me, you think it is a stupid decision, a wrong decision, a selfish decision, a weak decision, and a self-defeating decision.
Respect v. Support
So. Here we are. I am so viscerally angry at my wife and myself that I can't sleep. That I don't want to talk to her today. This is what resides in the gulf between me respecting her decision, and me supporting her decision. I respected her decision to let her mother email her again. But I ...
You DON'T throw people away when they become inconvenient.
But she's not inconvenient. She is a danger to your wife.
Keep her away.
Is That What I'm Supposed To Say?
Let's say I cave, and let Mommy Dearest back in. When Mommy Dearest kicks JC down the stairs again (and believe me, I consider it to be a when, not an if, at least for the near future), and I'm standing with my kids outside another inpatient center, or over my wife's grave, is this what I'm supp...
Because it is hard (benefit of the doubt version).
Because they get paid if you come back (cynic version).
Really Fucking Angry Now
Was reading through the materials given to me by the rehab center. Got to the appendix, and noticed a section on strategies to prevent a relapse. Here's some quotes: "The high risk situations include: 1) Negative Emotional Stress … 2) Interpersonal Conflicts … 3) Social Pressure …" Mommy Deare...
The therapist needs to know this.
And the therapist needs to redirect her back to you.
And if he doesn't, he's either not very good or he's not very ethical.
You already know she can't beat this herself. The therapist won't be there after she gets out. You will. Even if you live in Utah.
I'm Being Replaced
She asked me to move to Utah so she could keep seeing him after she's out. She tells me she's never trusted anyone the way she trusts him, that she told him things she wouldn't tell others. She wants to please him and makes decisions based on that. I'm being replaced.
Emotional strength is like physical strength.
Sometimes you need to lean on someone until you get strong enough.
Just keep telling her, and showing her, that not only do you have enough strength to carry all FIVE of you while she "works out" (emotionally), your side of the battle is where the LOVE is - where you are - where the kids are - where LIFE is.
And if you get low on strength, I've got plenty to share.
She's Fighting
The voices are losing. They are getting desperate. She lit the fire, and they're screaming from the door of the burning house. "You'll never be strong enough without us!" How do I give her the strength? The strength to stand there and watch them burn.
The Dragon stands, and applauds.
An Explanation
My dearest wife, JC, I don't know how you felt about me holding Daddy and Mommy Dearest's feet to the fire about Daddy's absence from this family week. Here is my explanation. When you told me that we needed to take you inpatient again, I dropped everything. I dropped everything so quickly you c...
"Once more into the breach..."
They left you no choice. You tried to be civil. They aren't even going to allow you that. Stand fast, and if you need help preventing physical access you know where we reserves are.
"I have not yet begun to fight."
Preparations
I have to figure out what to say to Mommy Dearest on Thursday. I want you gone pretty much sums it up. Over the last 13 years, I've watched how she's treated JC, and it disgusts me. She treats her daughter as an afterthought, as a chore. And her grandchildren, even more so. Every time we aske...
It has been my experience that it's not the "crises", not the busy times when you could clone yourself six times and keep them all running full steam, not chaos, not the frenzy...
It's the quiet times when things hit you.
The simple moments, of reaching out for someone who isn't there. Of seeing or reading something and thinking that you need to show...oh...right. Not there.
The quiet times lurk. And they are vicious.
Day Eighteen - Little Things
Today, it was little things that got to me. Every time I sat down, the kids had another "crisis." I'm going to implement break time. I'm here, and if it's an emergency, fine, I'll do something about it. If not, it can wait until I'm off break. Maybe that will also teach the kids a little more se...
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