The Realization
Yesterday I had this sense that my husband was aggravated with me for some reason. I was getting ready to vacuum when he came in. He froze and then turned around like he was going to walk back out the door. I told him he didn't need to leave and that I was just going to vacuum. He put something down on the counter and I asked him " Did I do something wrong?" He blew up and started screaming at me asking if I was trying to start a fight. I apologized and said I just thought something was wrong and I'm sorry I mis-interpreted his mood. He shouted Don't try to Interpret me. He went on telling me I was trying to start a fight and I always do this and all he did was try to avoid getting in my way. I felt so small and frightened. I was in a state of shock. I can't believe he just started screaming at me like that.
After I finished vacuuming I went to sit in the livingroom where he was sitting and he got up and walked into the other room. I knew I was about to start crying and how much he hates it when I do this, so I got up, grabbed my purse and told him I was going for a drive. He said ok and I left.
I just drove around randomly for 2 hours and finally went back home. I tried to talk to him I asked him if we could talk. He said I'll listen, but he had nothing to talk about. I told him I wanted to apologize and that I really wasn't trying to start a fight. I just had this sense that something was off and the only way I know how to find out is to ask. I then got a half hour lecture about everything I do wrong and I should not tro to read him or interpret him. I said so if I have a feeling that something is wrong I should just ignore it? He said Yes.
So I have realized that this is my life from now on. No affection. No talking unless he asks first. No sex. I just sleep, go to work, come home and sit in my chair. This is what the rest of my life is going to be.
I have no friends, no one to talk to, no one who would care if I died right now. I would just be a huge inconvenience. This is my life.
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