He has since stopped the watching of the meter, and the starter on the car. The in home T we had made it court ordered that he comply w/ her reccomendations or social services would be called.

He also had to go to the P doc. He is OCD. They gave him luvox. He quit taking it after 3 months. He has lived his life constantly criticizing and mocking his mom, brothers and sister for having to take psy meds. He couldn't stand being reduced to the same thing he mocked them for. He quit taking them. The deal was P doc or T, if he didn't comply a call to social services would be made. My responsibility was and still is to make sure he goes to one or the other. Both the past T and the current T agree that this expectation should be kept in place.

OCD is not a choice. You can't choose to stop or continue. I thought he had OCD. but alot of his behaviors have greatetly deminished. He's not taking meds. He used to have us (me and the kids) pick up dirty gravel out of the driveway. I spilled oil on the grass one time and had to wash the grass so it wouldn't be oily and track oil inside. Our patio is clean enough to eat off of for real. The inside of the house , my God the list could go on forever. I have complied w/ the things I can, been as flexable as possible, changed to meet his OCD demands. The few things I won't budge on and the few areas in which I defy him cause great difficulty. The T is helping where she can.

I do bring my own issues to the table. Being raped many years ago, causes me to be hypersensitive to touch so I am not the most physically loving individual. I am a doer and a giver, my H is a toucher and feeler. So that causes aonther problem. He also makes me feel controlled and I am unable to speak out against him. It has to do w/ rape and being to fearful to stand up to "that" man. My H makes me feel controlled, disrespected, and at time I fear him. (not for physical abuse but mental) I fear I can't take anymore. This does not help us get along. It puts me back in the mindset or the rape. But he is learning to see those things. Now he talks to me when we disagree from across the room. He doesn't yell anymore. He jsut learned not to touch me when I'm angry, trying to provide comfort as you would in a normal relationship doesn't work for me. It's like touching a vet in his sleep or when he's angry. Just last week the T and I discovered that I have that kind of PTSD. She said that was the most difficult to live with and work around. Great huh.

Well I'm teaching home school and recess is almost over.

S4 thanks for caring, thank you all for caring, every one of you.