Sanctaparenta and tomch,
Your points are well taken. We definitely disagree on discipline quite often and yes, it’s hard not to speak about him negatively at times to others, as you have all witnessed

I admit to playing a part in all of this to some degree. I wish I could do the right thing all the time like I’m supposed to, but I wasn’t raised with good relational skills either, so often when I open my mouth, the words I want to say just aren’t there. It wasn’t modeled to me when I was a kid. I’m not blaming my parents, it probably wasn’t modeled to them either, but the bottom line is you can’t give what you don’t have. I know wrong when I see it but I can’t always find the way to make it right.
I remember reading in the Little House books a while back how on rare occasions Pa would raise his voice and begin to say an impatient word in the children’s presence and Ma would immediately say, “Charles!” And everyone knew what that meant, and Pa immediately relented. She didn’t need to say anything else. I think I need to be more like that. That, to me, is an example of a good wife. Correction without humiliation.
(And of course, this holds true in my parenting beliefs too. Children are people too and don’t handle humiliation or unfairness or agression well either—and that’s a hard pill for adults like my husband to swallow sometimes because they are so small and defenseless and so easily taken advantage of. We grew up in the Dobson generation (if I can call it that) and it’s hard to let go of something that has become such a part of you like that).
He has read so many articles and books for me I just think he’s had it with that kind of stuff. We do need a third party, someone other than a secular psychologist, someone who has a deep Catholic faith who can be an advocate for me to him, and for him to me.
We talked the other day. I totally blew up at him (thankfully my daughter was asleep and didn’t hear it). He was really at his wit’s end with an illness that just won’t go away, frustrations with his boss, irritation because he hasn’t been sleeping well, and on top of that a daughter who isn’t yet potty trained and wants constant attention from both me and him. He was running out of gas, but he was being cruel and I had to call him on it. But I did it all wrong.
Later we reconciled and I think I was able to discern from our conversation that he is having a real problem with faith, though he doesn’t even recognize it. He believes in God and all, at least on a logical level. But he doesn’t apparently believe that God really cares about him or wants him to be healthy again, that God just wants to test him and test him and test him and never give him any consolation or rest. It’s just probably the biggest test of faith he’s ever experienced and yet he doesn’t see it that way yet. He’s too busy being miserable. I don’t know what the answer is, why he can’t trust, but I know I’ve recently experienced a test of faith in recent times, not so serious or long-lasting as this, and that’s why I recognize it as such. I shared my experience with him, but I don’t know how much of it he really believed or took into himself. We’ll see.
I’m definitely not going to threaten him with separation or kick him out or call him names or anything. Why beat him when he’s down? We need a counselor and we need to get some more joy into our life. I wish we had a bigger family with lots of fun family traditions to sink our teeth into, but we have only one child and both of us come from small families, and neither of our families have a real desire to do any such thing. I think it would help us to forget our miseries. Thank God it’s Easter and time to celebrate.

Jesus gave us a real-life opportunity to share in his suffering this past weekend, and now it’s time to cast that off and rejoice. I hope I can think of something to do other than sit around in a quiet house all week.