I had a pretty good week. I feel like I'm starting (baby steps) to get back into the groove of life as I once knew it. Until I hit a little bump in the road. When I came home from work today my hubby told me, "If your gonna snack before bed, put your dishes in the dishwasher". Seems like a normal request to me, huh? However, I looked at him and said well after I had my snack last night I was really tired and figured I would take it down in the morning. Well, that started a whole argument. He decided to tell me that I dont do anything around this house except work and that I need to start pitching in more. Not in those words you see, he can get a little abrasive. However, I felt like he kicked me in the stomach when he said that to me. I have been working so hard these past few months on myself, trying to cope with life and going to my therapy appointments, taking meds, and whatever else. I feel like he just thinks that now since I have been on the meds for a while that I'm "normal" again and things will go back as they were. Well, I can't go back to how it was. That was the problem in the first place. I was overly stressed and under more pressure then i care to explain. It was a very dark time for me and the depression nearly wiped me away. I understand what he is saying and I feel as though I could have put the darn dish in the dishwasher but how dare he accuse me of doing absolutely nothing. I have worked darn hard to get to the point where I'm at and I'd say I'm only at 55% of my old self. I dunno, I'm just mad that he hasn't taken notice of the hard journey i have taken to get to the point where I'm at. Maybe I'm over reacting. maybe I'm blowing this whole thing up. Who know's. I just needed to vent. Hubby is a good guy, but right now i could back slap him in the teeth.

Love,

Jen

P.S. Thanks for listening...again