Boss Man J is Hubby's boss. Over the time of working together they have become really close friends. Saturday I sent Boss Man J a text.
Hubby said he's worried about me but hasn't said anything beyond that. How worried is he? How much of his stress is worry for me and how much is the stressful upcoming work week?
This message sparked an hour long texting conversation.
He's worried about you and your middle child and money and work.
I wish I could make me better so I wouldn't have to be one of the things he is worried about.
Dawn, that man loves you and his family more than most people realize. And I think he feels such a strong sense that he has to provide and protect his family that when something is out of his control, he doesn't know what to do.
I know. I feel just as out of control and I am just as scared as he is.
Is everything ok?
Well the conversation went on like that for a while. Boss Man J asked me to not keep big stuff from Hubby. Hubby being concerned about me has started to effect his work performance, minimally but nonetheless it is still taking some of his concentration off of his job. The conversation was basically, DO ME A FAVOR AND JUST TALK TO THE GUY! HE REALLY WANTS TO HELP YOU AND DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO!
So I did. Saturday night Hubby and I sat down and I told him what had triggered me and why. It took 10 minutes just to get the words out of my mouth. I told Hubby some of the details of the abuse that I haven't ever talked about, even in my journal. He is AMAZING! He told me I'm a fighter. I laughed at him. "Tell me who you were dating 15 years ago." I answered the boy I gave my heart to but then I realized it was the abusive boy who I was engaged to. "Yeah, people who aren't fighters don't have the strength to get out of those relationships. If you weren't a fighter you would have married him or even the other boy who used you for your body and to look good on his arm. You wouldn't have waited for a man who would die for you without hesitation if you weren't a fighter."
He was there for me, loved me and comforted me. And then he kicked my butt. "How does not eating help?" Well that's easy to answer. When I'm not eating I have something physical, something tangible to put my energy into so I don't really have to focus on the emotional. And here is why he is a great husband...... "Well, when you don't eat your emotions go more haywire. And then you don't sleep because your emotions are haywire. And then you don't want to eat because your emotions are haywire. It is a vicious cycle. I know it is hard and it hurts but I need you to eat. I don't ever want to bring our kids to the mental hospital to visit their mom again and when you don't eat or sleep, that is how you spiral to the point of being in the hospital."
So as a promise to my husband, I am to be in bed by midnight and eat 3 times a day (minimum). He said even if I just need to eat "and". Huh? You know yogurt AND a string cheese. Or apples AND peanut butter. I hate doing it. But I love him. I hate that I made that promise. It is hard to keep. And it keeps me in the present instead of letting me check out so I am very aware of the pain. I want to check out. I do not like feeling this! Right now if feels like the pain will never go away, that I will be forever trapped in the sea of overwhelming emotions. I have a great man beside me encouraging me to feel, to do the work it takes to get better.
I hate food! I know I am not eating enough but I am keeping my promise and eating SOMETHING. I'm grateful for Hubby who wants me to get better not just get over it. I'm grateful for the friend who knew I needed a break and took me out for girl time yesterday while her husband watched the kids. I'm grateful for the friend who talked with me on the phone for 2 hours last night. I grateful for people holding my arms up right now because I really am tired of fighting and don't know that I could make it without them. I'm tired. I'm tired of having to fight. I just want to lay down and give up but I have people who love me enough to not let me.