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Old Jun 17, 2010, 04:04 PM
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We argued again when he came home today. I tried to explain things to him but all he could talk about was how his clothes were'nt washed. As soon as he came home he started that. I tried to tell him my anxiety interfere with things like that, because it messes up my thinking and I just did'nt think about his clothes, I was thinking about how these headaches I have been having might be a brain tumor. Well he said "You can remember those passwords on the internet pretty good can't ya?" Well for his infomation all of my passwords are programmed in the computer. I don't even have to log into anything it does it automatically. I told him that. He said "You just don't even think about me and how I feel." If I had had a shoe handy I would have thrown it at him. Ever since his dx I have done everything to help him. Massaging him for an hour. Making sure he was comfortable. giving HIM someone to talk to. Trying to understand HIS problems. I told him he should try to understand where I'm coming from and he actually said he did'nt want to. Well that does it. Mabye if he's alone for a week or a month he'll see, mabye he won't. He was going on how he was tired of the fact that I did'nt do anything and the list of what I DID do woud be shorter. So I told him to go find him a nice normal woman. One who did'nt have issues. And that if he was tired of it then I would go somewhere else and we would both be happy. He said "How would that help?" I said "Well, you would'nt have to deal with me. You would be able to keep all your money. No more me having to beg your *** to understand and be there for me. That sounds like it would be good for you." He just stared at me. He started ranting and raving, I just ignored him. He said "look a you you don't even care how I feel." I said "Nope. I don't give a **** anymore. It sucks don't it. To talk to someone and not be listened to." So he just went and laid down for a nap. Oh well. I don't care. Why should I? I'm just giving him the respect he gives me. I'm not wasting my energy on worrying about him anymore.
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Dx: PTSD, Panic Disorder, Obsessive Personality Disorder.

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