TY, SongandDance. I appreciate your insight.
No, I didn’t know that my years at home bothered my H until very recently when he started bringing it up as proof I only wanted him for his money, and that I must have been using the time to cheat on him. The money thing, he’s been saying for about a year, 2 months into testosterone injections on his part. 4 months past discovering his biological father had died a year and a half previously, and his sister hid it from him all that time. He found out about it through his mother, who was in full money seeking mode about a possible military pension she thought might be out there. It wasn’t. I helped him research it to guide his Mom, slow her roll. Boom, after processing that information for a few months, I suddenly only wanted him for his money.
The cheating aspect of my time at home with our son during recovery from a brain tumor surgery and then shunt surgery, in watch and wait, 4 MRI’s a year, sedation because he was so small……..hoping, praying for 5 years to pass a date where full recovery was finally a real possibility…..that cheating thing is new post BD, it was just said in the past week. Good grief, cheating was the furthest thing from my mind going through all of that. Cheating is something I have never done. When I am with someone, I am with them only, even through rough a** bs. Even when sh*t hits the fan, it just doesn’t enter my brain. I wanted my son to live. I needed for him to be ok. He was 4 1/2 years old when they found the tumor. He is 18 now, and graduated high school last May, Cum Laude. He’s amazing. And now he has to deal with this crap from his Dad. His BD from his Dad was last Friday, 1 week prior to move out. I checked in with him a couple days after the speech from his Dad, asked him what he thought, what he felt, what he noticed.
Son said, “he blames you. He wouldn’t let you talk. You we’re trying to reassure me you’d be ok, that counseling was coming for you as soon as we have insurance again, and he shut you up by dismissing your feelings right away. He doesn’t see you as a person. He doesn’t see me as a person. It is what it is. I am a person. It doesn’t matter that he can’t see that. I’m going to keep working on my dreams.” How the heck did my son end up so freaking wise? He’s hurting for sure, and I’ll make sure he gets his counseling, too. But geez is he awesome.
His Dad thanked him for his maturity that evening of the speech. He said he was older so he could handle it better. Um, k. Yup, dude. Your son is more mature than you. Those are facts.
You hit the nail on the head with fixer/people please, although those services are explicitly for the people I love. Direct family. My gentle keep the peace Dad, my narcissistic mother, my special needs younger brother, my kids, my husband. My bubble if you will. I was trained it was my job from the time I was 2 years old. Very hard to put that mantle down. It’s a day at a time, as I go through this. Introspection as to how I entered the Void (my husband’s eternal void) willingly, and stayed there for years, hiding myself, losing myself, yup, therapy here I come. I can see it plain as day in the mirror. It should never have been my job to keep my mother more stable, more pleasant by making her life easier. I didn’t do it for my Mom. I did it for my Dad because he asked me to. Please don’t show anger. It upsets her. Please don’t cry, it’ll set her off. I just realized this past year I’m angry with my Dad. He was always my hero, my rock, my go to, but he is culpable for this expectation that I keep things balanced, fixed, easier. I brought this crap into my marriage, and now I have to work at laying those burdens down. Long road. I’ll get there.
I’ll leave it there for now.