As of today, I am worthy....I let go of the past.
I asked my husband for a rolltop desk once, to "hide" my messiness. It was unfinished, affordable, and I wanted it badly. He said "No, you must learn to be organized".
I bought him his first tools (small ones) to make him happy (he was excited). I gave my tax rebate when I was first married to buy him a calculator for college. I cashed out my retirement (I'd taught school for 5 years) to finish putting him through college (I'd had my second baby, and decided I couldn't teach anymore and was ready to stay home).
I wanted to get WIC when I was pregnant with second baby--he said "No".
Okay, so why did I ask? And why did I allow his "No's". It was my health, my life, my children. I think I was confused about honoring and respecting him. It didn't go both ways. Or it was that 'unworthy' thing.
I'm not sure.
42716--I am deep sh...t, according to several people. I have finally asked for what I need, and he is unhappy. I asked for time to heal, a safe place in the house, a year, and $300 a month to cover my health expenses--accupuncure, doctors visit (he changed insureance and is no longer covered) supplements, etc.
It is a gamble...and I'm scared. And he is pissed...and sad. I don't know how to communicate that I'm NOT trying to hurt him, I'm trying to get stable and get some SLEEP....so that I can work on the marriage as a healthy person. He says that my desire to be healthy will destroy the marriage.
I am so introspective; I keep asking myself, what are my intents? Sure, sometimes I AM angry, and I wish this didn't have to escalate to this. But this is what I've done.
We meet again with our ecclesiatic leader on Tuesday, although he has ordered me that he will meet with him alone. I have to make the appointments. His issue is ...sigh...money. He said if he gives me $300, then he is free to spend the rest of the money however he would like. I told I wasn't checking out of the picture and I expected to be consulted. He told my son (whose room he is moving into) that they were going to paint the room red.
It would be funny, if it weren't so sad. I REALLY think this can work out. All I'm asking is time and the finances to take responsibility for my health, a quiet place to sleep, and that he not yell or throw things.
What do YOU think?
PJ