This past weekend was a bit rough for me.
I'm glad it happened because I desire truth and know without it we can accomplish little.
Life has been pretty stressfull in our home.
My husband was just laid off and while there are some good things to that (he's not stressed about work, he does all the driving for the kids to and from school and the house is really clean!!) it also comes with a down side. Not having enough money to pay everything being the primary one. Looking for a job when there really aren't any.
On top of that, our marriage is broken. Not irreparably so (in my humble opinion), but broken all the same. I've been asking (telling) my husband that I really need more from him and that I'm not going to last much longer without more. This is a conversation we've been having for years. I cycle through not being able to stand the loneliness anymore and then we make a few improvements and that placates me (and him? I don't know) and I can go forward again for a while. I'd recently had this "please talk to me" conversation and last Friday my hubby decided to... talk to me.
Except, it was a really bad day.
I was PMSing in an almost criminal fashion. Lack of sleep and had a bad day at work. On top of that, I was feeling neglected by friends and getting kind of angry with all the people in my life that weren't living up to MY expectations. (harumph) Ever been there? Yeah, not fun.
So I come in and sit down ready to lose myself in a tv show and pretend I don't feel like I do. My husband doesn't let it go. Now this in itself is fairly miraculous. He would normally try once and then say "OK" and go hide in his mancave. This time he pushed. We ended up going outside to sit in the car in order to have a little privacy from our children. There we talked (I talked) about me feeling strongly that he doesn't like me much. Telling him that I am the same woman he fell in love with and married. I still care about things and want to make a difference. I still want more out of life. I still love him and our kids and want to create a wonderful home for all of us. But I am lonely and it hurts and I am reaching a breaking point. Long story short, my husband admitted that he doesn't like me much (but does love me); that I can really make him nuts. That he has changed and he doesn't think there is much more to life.
Thinking over that conversation... I cried for 2 days. I even woke up at night crying. It was rough. But... I was also relieved. This truth I can work with. There is something here to work on. So after the initial waterfall of tears, I was able to think more clearly. Gosh... it sounds like my husband has lost hope. He doesn't have anything to dream about. Man, I'd be miserable too if I felt that way.
So, in moving forward in our relationship, we are now spending one night a week together to work on things. My only issue now will be not to try to make all the changes I"m hoping for at once!
Looks like my husband is stubborn too.