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Originally Posted by healingme4me
That is the most beautiful thing, any mother could do for their child!! My grandmother, wrote a note to each one of my sons. It is in a sealed envelope, and I placed each note, in each one of their baby books. In each book, is a loving note from me to them, after they were born. Similar, yet different.
It is good to recognize that you have a need from your husband, that isn't being met.
This is a safe place to get supportive feedback, keep it coming, as you feel the need to.
By the way, I went to church, alone. Just alone. It was about me. I don't get there, much now. Something happens, in my community, with us parents of children involved in sports, but they get that, I get that, and that's between myself and you know who  I contribute, in little ways--- 1/5 of my town goes there..... |
That is lovely that your grandmother wrote notes to your children. I would have loved something like that. All of my grandparents are gone now. I was especially close with my moms mother when I was younger. I would have liked to have something like that from her.
My husband is still being a child. Yesterday the sneakers came for my son. He picked up the package by the front door and threw it on the kitchen table where I was sitting. So naturally I thought he was in his stupid way saying here, I'm upset you bought them but I'm not going to send them back. So I gave them to my son, who was thrilled. Later on my husband asked me where the sneakers were, I said that our son already put them away in his room. Then he says , why? I didn't even respond. It's better I don't even look his way right now. I am so sick today. Last night was horrible. I was up more than half the night.
I think I've gotten to the point where I am so sick and tired of putting up with his nonsense. Even small things that I've done for years, like pick up after him. For goodness sake, he's a grown man. He drops his dirty clothes on the floor instead of the hamper which is in his closet mind you, and it stays there until I pick it up. Of course I do it because I can't stand things like that, but really? He can't even put his cereal bowl in the dishwasher. He just puts it in the sink. If I don't clean up after him things become a mess because he doesn't do it.
I can go on and on. He will take a snack and sit on the couch leaving crumbs everywhere then whatever is left he will just leave on the coffee table. I mean c'mon? And he complained about my dog?
I'm just disgusted, and I guess everything is bothering me. I know no one is perfect, because I have faults just like everyone else. But I never thought I would be picking up after a grown man besides my children.
So it's a new day and I am just not paying any attention to him. The kicker is, I know he likes it this way. He hates it when I "argue" with him, when in reality I'm trying to talk things out. He can't stand it. It's like he doesn't want to deal with anything important with us.
So now, I have lost my mother, and I have lost my husband. Maybe this is a test. Maybe this will allow me to become stronger. I'm trying to see positive in everything. I don't want to be depressed anymore. I refuse to cow down to him.