Please allow me to share a story with you. I would rather tell a close friend or somebody I'm close to, but I've been living in the boonies with no transportation too long, and as a result I honestly have no friends left to talk to. The only people that live close enough to speak to regularly are my husband's family, they are all of the same mindset, they all think I'm a hypochondriac, apparently... I thought they had gotten over that, but today I found out that they probably haven't, through my husband's words. They really do all express identical ideas, so if he thinks one thing, they most likely do too.
Yesterday the younger men from my husband's family got together to do some work on my sister in law's roof. They accidentally 'forgot' to ask me over come supper time. That may make sense to some as I wasn't part of the work crew. But in reality I had initially planned to make the supper for them, but my mother in law said she would get her daughter to do it; her daughter is the one whose roof is getting fixed, so that made sense and I said sure, okay.
Then come that day, yesterday, There's one dinner going on with the female and older relatives at mother in law's house next door, another going on with the work crew, that initially I was going to prepare. The intent of the fact I was initially planning to prepare dinner and the fact that my husband is working there (next door!) and I have no vehicle to entertain myself other than with the same old (while both homes next door are crammed with people having fun) should have included me by default.
The buggers purposely forgot about
me. I know I have become a pain in the ass to them because I'm not healthy like they are. This is the treatment I get for having a health condition that has not been identified.
But there's more. Once I expressed how this behavior came across, my husband said he would take me out today. I don't get out very often, and when I do it's usually to go to the bank to get him money towards the bills when my disability check comes, that's once a month. So I was very excited, as were my two dogs, that also rarely leave the yard... a special time indeed.
I was all ready to go and my husband said something about
getting a snack, he said he was feeling some diabetic like symptoms, and he has at times been borderline. With my recent research, I have become well aware of the fact that this is brought about
by the toxins in our food; I just touched upon that, just a mention in passing. Well he tuned right into that and turned it into an argument.
He said that toxins do not cause diabetic like symptoms to occur, not eating often enough does. I told him that he's talking about
dealing with symptoms, while I'm talking about
causal issues. Then I said that I had no intent of going into detail, but he's making me defend myself. Him going off on a tangent made it seem that I wasn't allowed to say things along that line... you know?
Well as he's so good at, he kept escalating and escalating and adding goodies to the pot to attack me with. In the end, instead of just simply boring him with the details of toxins in our body (that I was simply defending myself by offering after initially broaching on the topic), I instead became:
A hypochondriac.
A psych case.
A liar.
An exaggerator.
Someone with severe social issues that hates everyone.
A pain in the ass that he wants out of his life.
Honestly, I want out of his life too, I don't deserve someone that thinks so hatefully. But I am so trapped. My disability won't pay for me to have a place of my own. And while the government would in theory find me a home and finance that which I could not afford in terms of expenses, I have tried going that route twice before and ran into road blocks that I couldn't work around. I have no one that I can temporarily stay with, my relatives are all gone. For now I am trapped. The above came from a man that saw I had a bulls-eye rash ten years ago.
The b*****d. I want to die right now. Sitting here in a stream of silent tears.
Kind words? I feel needy that way right now.
PS - I have tried to tell him the truth about
Lyme and how it works, I'd have no problem
opening his eyes, but he has no interest, he won't listen at all, he prefers to remain ignorant.
Post Edited (Oulie) : 7/5/2015 12:26:50 PM (GMT-6)