Broken and desperate for relief
Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 3:27 am
I would first like to apologize because this will probably be long and rambling. I don't expect many people will have the patience to read through all of this. I desperately need someone to "talk" to. I have just two very close friends who I can confide in and some of the things in this I cannot even tell them. But I lean on them far too much and they have their own lives to live. Plus, because I recently, (3 months ago) moved across country, they are now 1100 miles away. I feel so alone.
Everything I have done in life I have been a complete failure. I make a mess of everything and all of my relationships (except for the friends referenced above.) The feelings of self loathing are consuming me. I just want to die. The ONLY thing that keeps me alive are my two sons. One who is severely autistic and lives with his dad. The other son lives with me. (But he is back in the midwest with his dad for 1/2 the summer) I couldn't destroy my children by committing suicide. My autistic son would have no capacity to understand, but would wonder where his momma went. My other son's life would be irreparably changed however. Although if I don't figure out a way to get it together soon-I fear my existence is accomplishing the same thing anyway. I think alot about how I could do it and make it look like an "accident" so as to cushion the blow/him not having to live with the knowledge that his mother killed herself. It scares me to have those thoughts.
This afternoon, while home alone, I took 3 Tylenol Pm and 2 Percocet (left over from a recent prescription due to EXTREME tooth pain). I know that wasn't enough to kill me...Although from what I read beforehand the acetaminophen dosage of all the pills is not good/could cause liver damage. Not having the guts to take anymore than that, I guess I was hoping to get "lucky". Of course it didn't do anything but make me extremely groggy. My husband came home early, (he had been working) and I was asleep with the bottles of pills next to me. I'm sure he saw them but said nothing and i woke up just enough to be able to hide them under my pillow. I slept for another couple of hours and woke up trying to be "normal" but spent the rest of the evening in random spurts of bawling. Now its late and I've taken a couple of more pills hoping to eventually get some sleep which is my only escape from the pain.
So why do I feel defeated? Because of just about everything. I am a failure as a mother. A year after my divorce I made the painful decision to let my ex have physical custody of our severely autistic son, who is now 13. During and after our divorce his behaviors were too extreme for me to handle and I was dealing with alot of depression and other issues at the time. I felt it would be for the best. At that time I lived within a reasonable distance from him at least (2 hours) and could see him regularly (every 2 weeks). Because of the extreme behaviors related to his autism, Jacob has spent the last year at a residential facility (near where my ex lives) to try and get him help that he needs. He is now doing wonderfully and is getting ready to transition back home to live with his dad again. That part does make me happy at least. It is good to see him doing so well after years and years of struggle. But I MISS him. I remarried a year and a half ago. Last November my husband took a job working for his brother's company out east. It was a blessing for us financially and provided us with the ability to better support my other son Noah (who lives with me) and my step daughters. Me and the kids moved out there the beginning of April. But now I am 1100 miles away from "jacob" and will only see him every 6 weeks, if I am lucky. I feel like a failure for not being able to take care of him myself. And extreme guilt for moving so far away. My heart ACHES every day missing him. I was able to spend a couple of days last weekend with him when we drove back to the midwest for a wedding. It was a perfect visit with him. Saying goodbye tore my heart apart.
I feel like a failure as a mother. My son "Noah", although not autistic, has significant learning disabilities and emotional/anger issues. I am overwhelmed by my role as wife, mother, stepmother. I do not have the capacity right now be who they need me to be. I am angry and hostile far too much of the time. This is not who I want to be.
I love my husband, but my marriage is falling apart. We met/became involved 4 1/2 years ago under what was hardly appropriate circumstances. We were both in failing marriages to unfaithful, neglectful spouses at the time and met online and began chatting. it went from there. I guess karma is now biting me in the ass in a big way. A cheater is not who I am, (although I DID cheat, so how can I say that?) Before moving in with him 3 years ago I had a lengthy conversation with "Steve" about it. I told him while I don't regret our relationship, we did NOT go about this in the RIGHT way. We should have ended things appropriately in our marriages at the time before becoming involved with each other. I said we cannot change the past, but I hoped we could learn from our mistakes. I have been cheated on in nearly all of my past relationships and was twice with my 1st husband. But that didn't give me the right to do the same. I said that when we had problems I hoped that we would work through them together and not hurt each other by being unfaithful. His response (which he has since written off as being a "joke") was to say, "Don't give me a reason to cheat on you and I won't."
That one comment 3 YEARS ago still haunts me on almost a constant basis. It has been a tremendous burden to me. I feel as if I must be on a constant state of alert. Being careful to always be "perfect". ANyone reading this could rightfully say I deserve the torment because of what we did/how we met. Over the past 2 years our relationship HAS faced problems. Serious ones. And now I am sitting here thinking, "here we go...he now has his "reason." I have had concerns about his fidelity. Over the last 2 years I have discovered secret email addresses of his. He has placed and responded to various personal ads seeking sex with MEN. (He claims he never did anything with anyone/never intended to and was just "messing around with some idiots." Our communication has gone down the tubes. There is secretiveness in regards to money/financial issues. We have disagreements over how to raise our children in our blended family. And on and on and on. I do love this man and desperately want to work through these things. But I feel like I am doing it alone. I try every means of reaching out and communicating with him in a positive/constructive way but get little results. Before we moved in together and later married, our communication was one of our strongest points. It was probably the major reason I fell in love with him. We could always tell each other ANYTHING. We openly expressed our love for each other. I had his back and knew he had mine. That has now gone away. I can remain at peace and suppress my feelings/pain for a while but over time it builds and builds and then I eventually blow into a rage which of course shuts him down even more.
Aside from the pain of being so far away from my oldest son, dear friends, and family-I really do love where we are living/am glad we made this move. BUT regardless that has been an extreme change in my life that I am having a hard time dealing with. I have no friends here. The only people here that I "know" are my husband's 2 brothers and niece. While we can make it financially on his income, I need a job so that we can have health insurance (my husband's brother promised his company would provide it for us but hasnt lived up to that). We need the extra income so we can live more comfortably. I need it to help assure that I will be able to fly back to see my autistic son every 6 weeks, (which was my one and only "deal breaker" in agreeing to this move. I need a job for my OWN sense of self-worth. But I can't find one. Despite the bad economy, there are plenty of jobs that I am qualified for that are available. But every job I apply for has literally 100's of other applicants. I feel demoralized. I feel like a "free-loader" who is living off of her husband.
My husband's job is requiring alot of long hours. We basically have 1 day a week (Sundays) to spend together as a family. I am not a big drinker, but the other night my husband and I went out for drinks with his brother and niece. His brother started talking about how valuable my husband has been to him/the company. I maybe should have kept my mouth shut, but at one point I said that while my husband's dedication to his job is an admirable one, at some point the time it takes away from his wife and kids has an adverse affect on his family. His brother basically said that he doesn't care what I think, that what makes my husband happy is all that matters to him and that "...in a couple of years if 'Steve is still happy with you/wants to be with you he will be..." This sent me into a rage and an ugly verbal fight between myself and his brother ensued. I said alot of ugly things that I shouldn't have ("Steve" called me out on them, which is fine) but his brother also said alot of awful things to me as well. His brother called me stupid at least 10 times. He said if things didn't work out with my husband and I, it was my fault. My husband not once stood up for me or told his brother to apologize/treat me with respect.
This resulted in my husband and I airing out a bunch of old wounds/problems that night and again this morning. He cried. I cried. But where we go from here I dont know. All that has gone through my head all day is "you're stupid...you're stupid". Visions of my husband's own tears and pain. All of the mistakes *I* have made not only during the fight with his brother, but throughout our relationship. Throughout my whole life really. It's hard enough to deal with MY OWN verbal assault I put myself through on a daily basis ("you are fat...ugly...worthless...a bad mother...a bad wife...a freeloader...a failure...you're weak...etc") but hearing that from someone else makes it even worse. "You're stupid...you're stupid..." that's all that has run through my head all day.
I LOATHE myself. Somewhere buried DEEP down inside of me is a strong, confident, lovable, GOOD person. I have ZERO energy or ability to find out HOW to let that person out and I am SOOO tired of trying. I either want that woman to come out or I want to die. Death seems like such an easier/quicker option. But for ME, NOT for my boys who I love with all that is left of me. I just can't deal with the pain anymore. I NEED to be on Zoloft. I have taken that in the past and it has helped tremendously. But we don't have insurance. I could afford the medication itself, and while we live relatively comfortably with my husband's income, we don't have the $100's it would cost for the Dr.'s appointment(s) it would require me to get back on it.
I've went on far too long. For anyone who has bothered to read through all this, I thank you.
Everything I have done in life I have been a complete failure. I make a mess of everything and all of my relationships (except for the friends referenced above.) The feelings of self loathing are consuming me. I just want to die. The ONLY thing that keeps me alive are my two sons. One who is severely autistic and lives with his dad. The other son lives with me. (But he is back in the midwest with his dad for 1/2 the summer) I couldn't destroy my children by committing suicide. My autistic son would have no capacity to understand, but would wonder where his momma went. My other son's life would be irreparably changed however. Although if I don't figure out a way to get it together soon-I fear my existence is accomplishing the same thing anyway. I think alot about how I could do it and make it look like an "accident" so as to cushion the blow/him not having to live with the knowledge that his mother killed herself. It scares me to have those thoughts.
This afternoon, while home alone, I took 3 Tylenol Pm and 2 Percocet (left over from a recent prescription due to EXTREME tooth pain). I know that wasn't enough to kill me...Although from what I read beforehand the acetaminophen dosage of all the pills is not good/could cause liver damage. Not having the guts to take anymore than that, I guess I was hoping to get "lucky". Of course it didn't do anything but make me extremely groggy. My husband came home early, (he had been working) and I was asleep with the bottles of pills next to me. I'm sure he saw them but said nothing and i woke up just enough to be able to hide them under my pillow. I slept for another couple of hours and woke up trying to be "normal" but spent the rest of the evening in random spurts of bawling. Now its late and I've taken a couple of more pills hoping to eventually get some sleep which is my only escape from the pain.
So why do I feel defeated? Because of just about everything. I am a failure as a mother. A year after my divorce I made the painful decision to let my ex have physical custody of our severely autistic son, who is now 13. During and after our divorce his behaviors were too extreme for me to handle and I was dealing with alot of depression and other issues at the time. I felt it would be for the best. At that time I lived within a reasonable distance from him at least (2 hours) and could see him regularly (every 2 weeks). Because of the extreme behaviors related to his autism, Jacob has spent the last year at a residential facility (near where my ex lives) to try and get him help that he needs. He is now doing wonderfully and is getting ready to transition back home to live with his dad again. That part does make me happy at least. It is good to see him doing so well after years and years of struggle. But I MISS him. I remarried a year and a half ago. Last November my husband took a job working for his brother's company out east. It was a blessing for us financially and provided us with the ability to better support my other son Noah (who lives with me) and my step daughters. Me and the kids moved out there the beginning of April. But now I am 1100 miles away from "jacob" and will only see him every 6 weeks, if I am lucky. I feel like a failure for not being able to take care of him myself. And extreme guilt for moving so far away. My heart ACHES every day missing him. I was able to spend a couple of days last weekend with him when we drove back to the midwest for a wedding. It was a perfect visit with him. Saying goodbye tore my heart apart.
I feel like a failure as a mother. My son "Noah", although not autistic, has significant learning disabilities and emotional/anger issues. I am overwhelmed by my role as wife, mother, stepmother. I do not have the capacity right now be who they need me to be. I am angry and hostile far too much of the time. This is not who I want to be.
I love my husband, but my marriage is falling apart. We met/became involved 4 1/2 years ago under what was hardly appropriate circumstances. We were both in failing marriages to unfaithful, neglectful spouses at the time and met online and began chatting. it went from there. I guess karma is now biting me in the ass in a big way. A cheater is not who I am, (although I DID cheat, so how can I say that?) Before moving in with him 3 years ago I had a lengthy conversation with "Steve" about it. I told him while I don't regret our relationship, we did NOT go about this in the RIGHT way. We should have ended things appropriately in our marriages at the time before becoming involved with each other. I said we cannot change the past, but I hoped we could learn from our mistakes. I have been cheated on in nearly all of my past relationships and was twice with my 1st husband. But that didn't give me the right to do the same. I said that when we had problems I hoped that we would work through them together and not hurt each other by being unfaithful. His response (which he has since written off as being a "joke") was to say, "Don't give me a reason to cheat on you and I won't."
That one comment 3 YEARS ago still haunts me on almost a constant basis. It has been a tremendous burden to me. I feel as if I must be on a constant state of alert. Being careful to always be "perfect". ANyone reading this could rightfully say I deserve the torment because of what we did/how we met. Over the past 2 years our relationship HAS faced problems. Serious ones. And now I am sitting here thinking, "here we go...he now has his "reason." I have had concerns about his fidelity. Over the last 2 years I have discovered secret email addresses of his. He has placed and responded to various personal ads seeking sex with MEN. (He claims he never did anything with anyone/never intended to and was just "messing around with some idiots." Our communication has gone down the tubes. There is secretiveness in regards to money/financial issues. We have disagreements over how to raise our children in our blended family. And on and on and on. I do love this man and desperately want to work through these things. But I feel like I am doing it alone. I try every means of reaching out and communicating with him in a positive/constructive way but get little results. Before we moved in together and later married, our communication was one of our strongest points. It was probably the major reason I fell in love with him. We could always tell each other ANYTHING. We openly expressed our love for each other. I had his back and knew he had mine. That has now gone away. I can remain at peace and suppress my feelings/pain for a while but over time it builds and builds and then I eventually blow into a rage which of course shuts him down even more.
Aside from the pain of being so far away from my oldest son, dear friends, and family-I really do love where we are living/am glad we made this move. BUT regardless that has been an extreme change in my life that I am having a hard time dealing with. I have no friends here. The only people here that I "know" are my husband's 2 brothers and niece. While we can make it financially on his income, I need a job so that we can have health insurance (my husband's brother promised his company would provide it for us but hasnt lived up to that). We need the extra income so we can live more comfortably. I need it to help assure that I will be able to fly back to see my autistic son every 6 weeks, (which was my one and only "deal breaker" in agreeing to this move. I need a job for my OWN sense of self-worth. But I can't find one. Despite the bad economy, there are plenty of jobs that I am qualified for that are available. But every job I apply for has literally 100's of other applicants. I feel demoralized. I feel like a "free-loader" who is living off of her husband.
My husband's job is requiring alot of long hours. We basically have 1 day a week (Sundays) to spend together as a family. I am not a big drinker, but the other night my husband and I went out for drinks with his brother and niece. His brother started talking about how valuable my husband has been to him/the company. I maybe should have kept my mouth shut, but at one point I said that while my husband's dedication to his job is an admirable one, at some point the time it takes away from his wife and kids has an adverse affect on his family. His brother basically said that he doesn't care what I think, that what makes my husband happy is all that matters to him and that "...in a couple of years if 'Steve is still happy with you/wants to be with you he will be..." This sent me into a rage and an ugly verbal fight between myself and his brother ensued. I said alot of ugly things that I shouldn't have ("Steve" called me out on them, which is fine) but his brother also said alot of awful things to me as well. His brother called me stupid at least 10 times. He said if things didn't work out with my husband and I, it was my fault. My husband not once stood up for me or told his brother to apologize/treat me with respect.
This resulted in my husband and I airing out a bunch of old wounds/problems that night and again this morning. He cried. I cried. But where we go from here I dont know. All that has gone through my head all day is "you're stupid...you're stupid". Visions of my husband's own tears and pain. All of the mistakes *I* have made not only during the fight with his brother, but throughout our relationship. Throughout my whole life really. It's hard enough to deal with MY OWN verbal assault I put myself through on a daily basis ("you are fat...ugly...worthless...a bad mother...a bad wife...a freeloader...a failure...you're weak...etc") but hearing that from someone else makes it even worse. "You're stupid...you're stupid..." that's all that has run through my head all day.
I LOATHE myself. Somewhere buried DEEP down inside of me is a strong, confident, lovable, GOOD person. I have ZERO energy or ability to find out HOW to let that person out and I am SOOO tired of trying. I either want that woman to come out or I want to die. Death seems like such an easier/quicker option. But for ME, NOT for my boys who I love with all that is left of me. I just can't deal with the pain anymore. I NEED to be on Zoloft. I have taken that in the past and it has helped tremendously. But we don't have insurance. I could afford the medication itself, and while we live relatively comfortably with my husband's income, we don't have the $100's it would cost for the Dr.'s appointment(s) it would require me to get back on it.
I've went on far too long. For anyone who has bothered to read through all this, I thank you.