....there's a line from a song years ago that goes "you can't talk to a psycho like a normal human being..." For some reason this pops into my head every time I read your posts! I really don't want to belittle the sitch, but it really is so circular and even from the outside....a bit maddening.
Yeah, baby - try living it! LMAO. And, BTW, I absolutely do NOT think you're belitting my sitch. It's just that my sitch has turned into something far more complicated - mental illness. It's part of the reason why I don't post too much. Like with your W and her eating disorder - I know you visit another site more geared towards that. And, BTW, I can't find your story anymore. What's up on your homefront???
Anyway, I guess it's pretty much the reason why I've decided it's best to just get gone. All of the madness makes me crazy. Although I am torn between feeling like I'm abandoning him and just wanting to get the fck out with my sanity intact. I guess that's normal when faced with something like this?
The worst part - if there was no OW; if it was "only" mental issues, I'd likely stick it out, for a little bit longer anyway. I feel like, if he had been diagnosed with cancer or something, would I leave him because of it? And the answer is no. But, this is different. And it's very confusing. Very frustrating. Doesn't seem to be any right answers.
I know you all think I should just get out. And it does look like that's how it's going to be. I know if I were reading this about someone else, I'd probably tell them the same thing. Get out! Run like the wind and never look back. Protect yourself and your kids.
There's just this constant nagging doubt I have. Is it the right thing to do? I feel like no matter which choice I make, it will be the wrong one. I feel like because he's getting professional help now, that may make a difference. Lately he's been opening up to me more about his fears and feelings and all sorts of stuff like he never did before.
Then, there's the flip side - AGAIN. Professional help may not resolve anything. Or will take years. And, this would be a LIFELONG struggle with him. Just like with an alcoholic or drug addict. LIFELONG. That's a scary, scary thought.
Hey, BI, just saw your post. Get your butt up here with that frying pan, honey. You sound like you need a break from your sitch, lol. Wanna switch places for awhile? You straighten out mine, I'll straighten out yours, lol. BTW, that was me posting on your blog about the goals yesterday.