LOL! Oh yes I suggested he pick up the mail, but you can probably guess his answer. He tells me to mail it to him. I told him since I am practically destitute, I don't have any extra money to go buy large envelopes and mail stuff. He's just being childish. And I think he's trying his best to be in control. He wants me to jump when he tells me something. And that is the exact opposite of the man I married.
Marked&Healed,
Yes, it does hurt when he says hateful stuff. It's one of the ways Satan can then attempt to sit on my shoulder and whisper lies in my ears. He repeats all those lies to me over and over again. So, besides learning to deal with the craziness of MLC, I am learning to stand my ground and tell Satan where he can go! Ha!
I'll admit I have periods of weakness where I am just tired of all this. I know people who are in depression don't realize everything they do or say. However, since my h has been in depression in one way or another for 33 years, I am a lot less patient. I have told him many times in the past before this MLC came up that denying he has a problem and refusing to go to the doctor is irresponsible, selfish, and lets him play the martyr act. And his behavior was an example to our children. Unfortunately, one of my boys is just like him. We used to kid him by saying he was a clone of his father. Now, it's not so funny. Thankfully, his twin brother is exactly the opposite. He laughs all the time, and never lets anything get to him. Their 2nd grade teacher told me that he was the kind of person who would never get an ulcer...he'd just cause others around him to get one! He didn't turn out to be as bad as she predicted. However, they prove that being an identical twin does not mean everything they do is the same. It's just their physical makeup that's identical! And, yes I still get them mixed up sometimes. If I just glance at them or if I only hear them say a few words without looking at them, I have no idea which is which. They give me a hard time about it....exclaiming that certainly by now their own mother would know the difference! And mine fought all the time!!! Being boys, their fights got physical and I always swore they were trying to kill each other. So much so that on one occasion that was the first thing that went through my mind. I had left them at home (they were in junior high) and went to pick up my daughter at school. The boys were getting over the flu, so had stayed home that day. I was not gone more than 15 minutes. and I came home to an ambulance in front of my house. I thought they had killed each other. But, it was my laid back son who had a seizure. His brother did everything perfect in getting help for him. Well, all except for punching him in the stomach because he thought his brother was faking and trying to scare him to death! Ha! But, besides that minor detail, he was perfect. LOL!