"I've been sitting here" I told Ron "For the last 10 minutes, wishing you were in the other room!"
I'm pretty wrung out from all the headaches. I woke up with a mild-to-moderate. I took some generic Excedrin and did my God Time.
I took my antidepressant at lunch, with everything else. Talk about groggy!
I had to help Ron with the accounting report. I did.
Later on he was talking, just the usual morbid depressing talk. "Why does everything have to kill to eat? God messed up..." I tuned him out for a while, then I snapped.
Why, I thought to myself, do I have to tune him out? Why does he have to be so negative, all the time?
My Dad used to have a policy: If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all.
I told Ron, when he talks like that, which is probably 80% of the time, I wish he was in the other room, or quiet. That I tune him out rather than listen to the endless river of negativity.
Ron objected. He wasn't being negative, I was controlling him, he was just stating facts.
I wasn't mad at him, he replied, I was mad at God.
No, I'm not.
Through this, I kept thinking "Well, the blog just got more interesting".
I hate that most of all: when Ron says I'm mad at God.
1. I'm not mad. I am just frustrated and tired of Ron's negativity.
2. I understand Ron is so negative because he battles his own depression, however, it is his responsibility to manage it responsibly.
3. Don't attack my faith; ever. Don't tell me what to think or feel regarding my God. Don't even go there.
You may have wondered if I have any boundaries at all: there's one. The cats are another.
Anyway, Ron got "another" drink - that's one thing I hate, if we argue, he drinks more. I used to be afraid to bring up any issues because it would "make him drink", have a blackout, and get verbally abusive.
Holding your wife hostage? Not cool! Ever. I can't think of anything sadder than that line - I was afraid to bring up an issue with him, because...
Disgusting.
I assure you of this, the Bible tells a husband to value and respect his wife, not demean, belittle, wage emotional warfare, etc.
I told Ron "It's not even what you say, so much as it is the tone." That escalated quickly. No I'm not, yes you are. I finally dropped it and reminded him when he talks "like that, I feel very tired, I want it to stop, I wish you were in the other room, and I don't want you around. If you felt that way about me I would want to know it."
He didn't receive it, but he heard it. He told me once he didn't want me to stay out of a sense of duty. I assume this was covered under that statement.
I wouldn't want someone to think "Oh, God, there she goes again. I wish she would shut up. Doesn't she have anything nice to say?" I tune him out, a lot. He gets so ugly when I call him on it and ask him to stop, usually resorting to "You should be mad at God instead".
That is "bad" in a relationship, tuning someone out. I get that, but everything that comes out his mouth is doom, gloom, negative, bitching at God and His plan for things. I don't know how else to convey it. Unless, of course, we are talking about work or the cats. He is pretty positive for those.
I'm just trying to cope as best I can. Yes, we truly, desperately, need some good Christian counseling. I tried that back in 2005 and Ron actually got worse. The therapist was an alcoholic, talked about it, and completely "sided" with Ron on everything. He couldn't even see I was bipolar, and boy was I "activated".
AGH!
The one pastor I trust to help, has said, "You don't need mental illness medication" - repeatedly, to the congregation.
That's not going to work.
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