I was weak on setting boundaries with everyone. I just wanted to crawl under a rock and die. The side effects from the medication (steroids and chemo) I had been taking totally knocked me on my behind. My mind was fuzzy at best. I remember driving home at 2 am after a late shift, it was raining and for the life of me I couldn't remember how to turn on my windshield wipers.

I just didn't have the energy to yell or demand. I just made it to work and then bed. Then I couldn't even make it to work. My H didn't step up either. His reasoning was if I didn't make the kids do anything then he didn't have to do anything either.

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From Di last thread

Di let yourself off the hook for this OK.

I was leading up to saying more clearly that if your WAH behaved selfishly, you were in no condition to insist on his respect of your boundaries. I think this is so.

The best course was possibly just to let it all unfold in time, which it did.

Extreme self care today, although from your writing your health is more stable than it was, you have expended a great deal of effort in resolving your sitch, yourself. With energy, power and determination.

You are mentally tough and physically recovering. My great desire for Di is this continues for the rest of her life.

Easy, easy, breathe, it's going to be OK.

It will never ever be that challenging again as Di has grown enormously through this.

V

Last edited by Vanilla; 12/08/15 04:30 PM.
Freedom is just another word for nothing left to loose.
V 64, WAW