ya know what's funny, H has always been very respectful about what I do as a SAHM. He has. He especially knows how good he has had it...he had a cushy job that paid well and got to go on lots of wonderful trips and such, all paid for, while I did so much of the drudge work. then suddenly when the bomb dropped he started telling me how I have done nothing for 3 years (um, hello, remember, 3 little kids, trust me, there is a lot of work involved, buddy) and kept making cracks about how he has a JOB. it was bizarre, because me staying home was very much a mutual decision, and only a year before he had spent time telling me how much he appreciated what I did and such.
Guessing OW, who he worked with, changed his mind...she has a good paying job/is raising her son all at the same time, and me, well, apparently I went from being appreciated to being a big fat failure.
gripe gripe gripe.
I was really upset about that stuff when I first started therapy, and finally my therapist got it into my thick head that I don't need him to validate what I do...I know what I do, how hard I work, if he can't see it, well, that doesn't mean I didn't do it.
much better now.
M-41 H-38 M-10 years, T-14 years Bomb-PA 3/19/07 Separated-6/7/07 Piecing/h back home 5/08 S-6 S-4 D-4
"Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is that little voice at the end of the day that says, 'I'll try again tomorrow.'"
