Possibly he has shoes somewhere in the office? I don't know, man. France.

There's another dude sitting cross-legged on the floor in shorts, and they're kind of...pulling.

Maybe when I do get down and show it my wife is right to get angry or mock me.

I have to circle back to this, because, Gud, it's not just damaging to you when your wife abuses you, it's damaging to your children, who I know are the light of your life.

I grew up in a house like this. And my brother and I are both in therapy because of it. We are really damaged from it. We're also resilient, and healing because of the therapy, but still. We were severely damaged by it. I don't want to see that happen to your kids.

And by having that kind of abuse modeled for me as the "normal" way to treat a spouse, it has been the work of my LIFE to unlearn that. My instinct when I'm frustrated or tired or impatient or angry is to be shitty and snarky and sarcastic to Tim. Because that's all I had modeled for me.

But I *don't* do that. Never ever EVER. Because the last thing I would ever want to do is hurt my husband, and if I was shitty and snarky and angry with him, it would hurt him. Because that's what it's designed to do.

I've had to work SO fucking hard to unlearn that. But I did. Because I wanted to. Because it was important to me. Because my husband is the most important person in the world to me.

If I could unlearn that, your wife goddamn well could, too. It hasn't been an easy thing. I still struggle with it sometimes, though not nearly as much as I did 12 years ago. But I did fucking learn to NOT harm my spouse with my words.

You don't deserve this, and you did nothing to deserve it. That goes double for your kids, who are going to need help. Please start that by getting help for yourself.

And separately, Nora: you deserve to not feel lousy about yourself, and I'm glad you're going to call that therapist.

Well done, Tep. I know that's hard work and you keep doing it.

I feel like I'm just a lousy person and people generally don't like m

I mean, I also feel this way semi-frequently...it's why I'm on antidepressants.

I have the most emotional DH on the planet and need to vent so I don't smack him. He gets absurdly over the top upset about the tiniest things. He is painting our boat. A huge task that involved stripping the entire thing down to the metal. Several coats of various colors and striping and lettering and so forth. He is at the clear coat stage, like the 2nd or 3rd clear coat and some hair or debris gets on the side and he screws up a section trying to get it off. He gets inconsolable, cursing, sobbing, trying to fix and making it worse. I'm trying to be the calm reassuring voice of reason. It is fixable, he is looking at it upside down and close, the rest of the world will see it bobbing in the water. The section can be redone. Clearly talking to myself since he just doesn't think I understand the enormity of the crisis.

I accept that we are the way we are, but to me getting physically ill and upset over shit makes it worse, not better. And he doesn't get why I don't get upset. Clearly I don't comprehend what a complete tragedy has occurred.

Sigh, and I am over it. He'll calm down and fix it and forget he even got so upset. Still, grateful I am a calm fellow. Guess I should check my BP.

I didn't know you had a boat, Laura!

After skipping my ADHD med yesterday I took two today, kind of as an experiment I guess. I definitely do not need this much regularly. I AM SO ALERT

We actually have 3 boats for reasons. The boat he is painting is a 17' ski type boat that was my sister's in Otter Lake in like the early 80s. He stripped all the paint, Took out the entire guts and has rebuilt the whole thing. Not telling my sister so we haven't put any pictures up. He has done an amazing job. He knows nothing about this kind of work. Total YouTube training.

Oh, wow, cool!