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babygirl6152
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My heart is in pain today. But I’m sure any other woman would just put on a happy face and go on.
Background I have been on an anti anxiety med change(s)for the past two months with my doctors. I have severe sciatica and there is mixture anti anxiety med/ pain reliever-non narcotic we tried switch to…I had been on my med 15 years so we weaned off… Long story didn’t work, changed again, etc. Etc. This past week I was starting to feel back to normal.
I take seriously that we should use our time, talent, treasures for Christ. My husband gives a nice weekly check to our parish. He does graphic work when needed for KC at our parish. Flyers, etc.
I was preschool teacher at our parish until my sciatica got so bad, severe bronchitis that year, then got shingles, so I quit to become full time housewife. I use all my efforts to bring joy to my family and serve, in my opinion.
I started praying about what I am giving back to Christ in talent and remembered I love to make the little notes, trinkets you send to cursillos, walk to Emmaus (a weekend retreat attended to help us learn how to live Christian life to it’s fullest!) and I found my old friend who is very involved and asked if I could send them through her. I know the cursillo is for
Catholics. Walk to Emmaus is Mainly Protestant, but some Catholics attend especially here in the bible belt, where there are not too many Catholic cursillos) I looked all around the net to find addresses to send the crafts and couldn’t find any, this was even before I talked to my Protestant friend…
The kicker: my husband spent the rare evening out with son, movie and dinner, came home all happy and I was all excited and I told him I’d found my friend and had decided to help serve Christ this way,
He started yelling, over and over “for Protestants? Isn’t that for Protestants” I couldn’t believe he was so upset with me, I had been so excited, I tried to explain and like a crazy person he kept yelling? He is btw convert raised and baptized Protestant. Now a staunch Catholic has this pride thing and he knows it, he says he’s even talked to our priest about his arrogance concerning Protestants,
Now when we fuss I get frustrated because he is an orator the likes of an attorney and I can hold my own then get frustrated and cry. He always sees me cry and immediately starts yelling, how is this my fault? I feel bullied and shut myself in my room for a Time out, at that point he usually, not always, goes for his own time out. He says later when we
are calm, we finally discuss calmly, he says the tears feel to him like I blame him so he starts to defend.
This is our way we discuss things when we disagree, which is VERY seldom, maybe once a year. Earlier in the beginning of marriage, 9 years, second marriage, yes
in Catholic Church.
I ask him when I realize this pattern with the middle part things being so painful, why don’t we just cut that middle part out, and just take time away then come to discuss. He always apologizes and we go on
Ok this is the next day, and my anxiety level/depressionl is back to terrible and he thinks I am asleep. I don’t want to see him. The sight of him will make me ill.
I can fake it I guess. I don’t want anyone to think I’m considering divorce, that’s silly, we will get back to normal, but do I tell him how I’m depressed again? He may start yelling at me? I asked for counseling last time this happened, he said we will work it out without a priest. Am I silly? Are women supposed to feel wonderful and with a new beginning the day after this kind of fussing? Right now I hate him.
Background I have been on an anti anxiety med change(s)for the past two months with my doctors. I have severe sciatica and there is mixture anti anxiety med/ pain reliever-non narcotic we tried switch to…I had been on my med 15 years so we weaned off… Long story didn’t work, changed again, etc. Etc. This past week I was starting to feel back to normal.
I take seriously that we should use our time, talent, treasures for Christ. My husband gives a nice weekly check to our parish. He does graphic work when needed for KC at our parish. Flyers, etc.
I was preschool teacher at our parish until my sciatica got so bad, severe bronchitis that year, then got shingles, so I quit to become full time housewife. I use all my efforts to bring joy to my family and serve, in my opinion.
I started praying about what I am giving back to Christ in talent and remembered I love to make the little notes, trinkets you send to cursillos, walk to Emmaus (a weekend retreat attended to help us learn how to live Christian life to it’s fullest!) and I found my old friend who is very involved and asked if I could send them through her. I know the cursillo is for
Catholics. Walk to Emmaus is Mainly Protestant, but some Catholics attend especially here in the bible belt, where there are not too many Catholic cursillos) I looked all around the net to find addresses to send the crafts and couldn’t find any, this was even before I talked to my Protestant friend…
The kicker: my husband spent the rare evening out with son, movie and dinner, came home all happy and I was all excited and I told him I’d found my friend and had decided to help serve Christ this way,
He started yelling, over and over “for Protestants? Isn’t that for Protestants” I couldn’t believe he was so upset with me, I had been so excited, I tried to explain and like a crazy person he kept yelling? He is btw convert raised and baptized Protestant. Now a staunch Catholic has this pride thing and he knows it, he says he’s even talked to our priest about his arrogance concerning Protestants,
Now when we fuss I get frustrated because he is an orator the likes of an attorney and I can hold my own then get frustrated and cry. He always sees me cry and immediately starts yelling, how is this my fault? I feel bullied and shut myself in my room for a Time out, at that point he usually, not always, goes for his own time out. He says later when we
are calm, we finally discuss calmly, he says the tears feel to him like I blame him so he starts to defend.
This is our way we discuss things when we disagree, which is VERY seldom, maybe once a year. Earlier in the beginning of marriage, 9 years, second marriage, yes
in Catholic Church.
I ask him when I realize this pattern with the middle part things being so painful, why don’t we just cut that middle part out, and just take time away then come to discuss. He always apologizes and we go on
Ok this is the next day, and my anxiety level/depressionl is back to terrible and he thinks I am asleep. I don’t want to see him. The sight of him will make me ill.
I can fake it I guess. I don’t want anyone to think I’m considering divorce, that’s silly, we will get back to normal, but do I tell him how I’m depressed again? He may start yelling at me? I asked for counseling last time this happened, he said we will work it out without a priest. Am I silly? Are women supposed to feel wonderful and with a new beginning the day after this kind of fussing? Right now I hate him.
