Clearly I'm still processing stuff.
How long does the processing stuff carry on for?
Hey Focus - I don't think there's a specific timeframe on processing, but know that processing is 110% positive even when it feels horrible.
One thing I read recently that is helping me is "accept the feelings; change the thoughts". If you accept/acknowledge the feelings you have, they somewhat diminish and then you can fight off the negative thoughts you might have about anything / everything.
Hope you enjoy your fish and avocado. That sounds delish.
Be well.
Thank you, my friend.
Well, I'm having
a lot of nightmares at the moment. Not just about WH/STBXH (no idea what to call him at this point), but about a number of other past major (traumatic) points in my life.
I'm reframing them as major turning points in my life, and consciously trying to find all the positive things that came out of them.
So this is also major turning point in my life (as if it's not already obvious) and I'm also consciously trying to find and focus on all the positive things that are coming out of it. But Jeez, it's unrelenting, the effort is huge and the pain involved is horrible.
My home isn't the relaxing and welcoming place that I would like it to be yet. So I'm carrying on with my mammoth project. I'm trying to do everything mindfully and carefully. I have less work on this month, so I have a little more time that I can devote to it. I can't quite see the end yet, as I want to paint everything once I've decided what is going to charity. To be honest, I'm feeling a little overwhelmed by it all at the moment. But I'm trying to do a little at a time, chip away at it a little every day, as it all mounts up.
I'm also conscious that I'm pushing myself quite hard along this path. And I also know that I should remind myself to be kind to myself too and maybe take it a bit easier occasionally.
I find that part hard. I think that I'm scared that if I slow down, or even take things easy, then everything will fall apart. Actually, maybe that
I will fall apart, and then everything round about me.
On the plus side, I'm sleeping much more deeply, and much more, than I have done for years and years. I'm also finding sleep much more refreshing and restful.
I guess I hadn't realised how stressful and exhausting it was soaking up all that turmoil and negative energy that WH/STBXH was putting out, for years and years, and how deeply affected I was by his inner turmoil too.
I also realise
now, with a little bit of distance and perspective, just
how much he drank. He couldn't have one or two drinks and stop there. He'd have to drink
everything there was if he was in the house. I used to take the bottle of wine away from him when I went to bed, and take it with me...hide it from him.
If he went out, he couldn't go out for one or two and come home again at midnight (I think he maybe did that once or twice in all the years we were together). He'd usually be out out until 3.00/4.00/5.00am or later without letting me know where he was (or even if he was OK). And he'd get totally trashed too. If we were out together, I'd end up having to go home myself if it got to midnight/1.00am and I felt like I'd had enough. He'd stay out.
Also, he couldn't stop himself from going out three/four/five times a week. He couldn't just go out once a week, or once every couple of weeks.
He did that for years, from almost the beginning of our M, so once that pattern was established at the beginning, then that's the way it was throughout. I wasn't ever suspicious, as I don't think he was up to anything - except drinking
a lot.
A while back (maybe even a year ago? six months ago?), it would weigh heavily on my mind that he might be magically transformed by OW, stop behaving that way, and become the most kind and considerate person in the world. But I guess that would have been me assuming the responsibility for his behaviour?
He always chose to behave in that way, because ultimately he wanted to. He enjoyed it. I did point out a number of times over the years how unhappy it was making me and how stressful I found it (I had insomnia anyway, and it really didn't help with that at all). But he chose to ignore that and carry on as he was doing. I don't think he realised the damage it was ultimately, over the years, doing to our R/M.
He
did admit he had a problem, once, in the last year we were together, but didn't do anything more about it - didn't follow it up.
Anyway, I guess what I'm trying to say, is that I've come to the point where I genuinely believe that he chose to behave that way, and that his choice in that respect wasn't my responsibility.
Oh well, I wouldn't be willing to put up with someone who drank as much as he did
now, again. And someone who treated me like that too. I'd like a lot more respect from my partner. And if he did that repeatedly and didn't listen to what I was saying, then there wouldn't be any point in continuing the relationship.
More than that, I just wouldn't want to get involved with a heavy drinker, full stop. I know how it goes with that scenario.
Long, rambling post, but there's a lot going through my mind at the moment. And I feel like I'm managing to stand further and further back from everything and feel more and more detached from it all.
Very, very tired though. Will it ever stop?