This is a diary entry of mine from September 2nd, 2013 as I was forced to go shopping with my husband and his mother while recovering from surgery and a ripped abdominal muscle. I admit to being on powerful pain meds at the time.
I was writing my thoughts on how I felt. It’s just my thoughts but I felt it was worth sharing. It’s not pretty.
Here you go:
So tired of bullying because he doesn’t get his way. Most men (apparently) that love their wife, don’t bully or belittle their wife when she is physically challenged. Of course, mine obviously doesn’t love me because each day since surgery has been an ordeal because I am not meeting HIS criteria of what HE wants me to do. Today is another one of those days.
I am so stressed out and feeling alone. Talked to some friends about this yesterday. They were very supportive. The fact is most men would help their mate. I guess my poor judgment is paying me back in spades. Now sitting in the car listening to him malign me and what I say by telling his mom that HE knows that what I am saying is not what I mean. Nice to know he is all powerful and knowing and can tell exactly what I am thinking or feeling. Yeah right. If he did he would know what is really going on. However he honestly thinks HE is god. HE is always right. Even when HE admits to being wrong, HE always blames his actions on someone else. HE is NEVER wrong.
His mom keeps that belief going by catering to his every whim and despite me taking up for her when he ripped into her, whenever he does it to me, like every day, she proceeds to not only excuse his behavior, but also points out how I am to blame for it!! Fork time. I am done. This time for good.