Posted 5/25/2017 6:39 AM (GMT 0)
Sorry I haven't been around lately. My life is still completely upside down. I won't go into everything again. The short story, husband of 20 years moves us out of state, 6 months later cheats on me with employee, tells me he no longer loves me, kicks our son and myself out. We moved back to where we were living before.
Since then I've gotten a job, as a phone banker. It's stressful, back to getting yelled at on phones daily. But even worse when you are already pushed the limit emotionally. I have not done well with the separation. He has blamed me for everything, and continues to blame me. He's played mind games, manipulation, and just been out and out cruel and evil. He kept telling me to wait 6 months so he can see how he feels after some "cooling off time". It's already been 3 months however. Still says ZERO feelings for me.
Two weeks ago he said he was miserable for 2 years, never told me that. Blamed me. So that week I went to work sick thinking of any little fault I had that could have made him so unhappy. If only I wasn't sick, if only I didn't have to take so many steroids. Maybe then he would still love me. Pathetic I know.
So I talked to him Sunday (called about a plumbing issue I was having). That's when he decided to put another nail in the coffin saying that I USED my Crohn's over the years. That I wasn't that sick, probably feeling fine a lot of the time. So that way I didn't have to go places or do things. I couldn't believe my ears. I've done nothing but FIGHT this disease. I'd starve so I could go places with him, take 8 imodium in a day to do things with him. It was just the lowest. I had no idea he could be so cruel. My son (19) called him tonight to tell him off and he said he shouldn't have said that, but still felt that I did use it.
My depression is at a all new low. But because of training on my new job I can't take a weekday off until mid-June to see a doctor. I have an appointment set up for June 30th to see a psychiatrist. I badly need help. I work all day, I've broken down and cried a few times at work. I get in my car to go home and cry, I get home and spend my whole evenings crying. Tonight was the first night I looked up how to take your life painlessly. I just want out of the pain. I've been to the ER, they didn't help me.
He has left me in a horrible position. I haven't worked long enough for disability. I know I'm not going to be able to keep working for long. As soon as the next flare hits I'm screwed. I'll lose my insurance and then what? I can't believe he's done this to me. But like he said he was there for 20 years of it, he's done his time. I feel so worthless.