Well, to be honest, I have been avoiding posting in my journal. This week has been a rollercoaster, mostly a downhill one, and it is finally starting to look up. That being said, I didn’t want to post anything too negative, rude, or unfair just because my emotions are running high right now, so I thought it best to give myself a little time to cool off.
The past week has been a few scattered conversations here and there, not really making much progress, but at least not in panic mode after the first day or two. Rockin decided that he wanted to come visit so we could work on things face-to-face. At first, I said no, because he was frantic and I didn’t want to deal with him. I needed space. After the week passed, and he calmed down, I considered it. Then I got hit with a massive migraine (related to the stress of this, of course), and-him feeling guilty after my nauseated migraine induced phone conversation blamed him for my pain-he decided it was time to come visit, if for nothing else then to help work out some of the tight muscle in my back and help relieve the migraine.
So he drove up. The visit didn’t start well. I should point out that I am working night shifts this month, so I had slept during the day, getting in from working a 12 hour shift around 9 that morning, and sleeping until about 4 when I told him he could visit. I was out doing laundry, and left my apartment unlocked, thinking he might show up. Walking back from the laundry room, there was no one in my apartment (it is small, so you can see everything except for my bedroom from the main room). I started to clean up dinner dishes, and suddenly-after at least a minute-someone was talking to me from inside the “empty” apartment. I screamed, and turned around to see Rockin sheepishly peeking around the corner from my bedroom waving as I clutched the counter trying to breathe. I laughed, but only so I didn’t end up crying. Really, when we are barely on speaking terms, that was not a great start to the visit.
Last night in the couples chat, Rockin and I made progress. I actually laughed for the first time in a week, and Rockin and I were given a lot of advice. Jenn and HealMe brought a lot of good point up to his attention, including the idea that the next time he goes to view p*rn, he should consider calling me up and calling off the wedding instead, because it might come down to that. It really hit home for him.
We also talked a lot about setting boundaries during the chat, which was needed. I have always tried to set boundaries, but really feel like it has been unsuccessful in the past. This time, we have a typed document with all the do’s and don’t that we both need to see to move forward. Honestly, it feels a little elementary to be doing that. I don’t like feeling like our relationship needs to come down to working within the parameters of a document, but I also feel like we need it right now. My problem is, I just want him to know what the boundaries are. How can he not know what is and isn’t ok?? We have talked about it so many times…but, to be fair, this is what we need right now. It provides security on both ends, and-as much as I hate that it has come to a list of what is ok and what isn’t-it feels good to have the parameters so strongly defined.
So chat was great, and Rockin and I both got a lot out of it…and I laughed more than once…but then after something happened. We started to talk. That should have gone well, right? But no. I felt like I had heard all those things again and again and again. I was so sick of hearing the same things and not seeing anything happen. I got really upset when he told me he just wanted to give me a hug. Really? We were standing less than 10 feet apart. Wanting to do something is fine, but it doesn’t mean anything unless you actually do it. So my temper got the best of me and after trying to explain that to him in a flurry of angry words, I stormed off to my room and read my book while he sat out in the main room reading and (being a sweetheart) folding my laundry.
Right before going to bed, something broke the ice and let us start talking again. It was short and difficult conversation, but after I locked myself in the bathroom and cried for 5 minutes, I came out to find Rockin sitting on my bed. He just got up, crossed the room, and gave me a hug.
That was all I needed. I started crying more, but I needed to do that too. We didn’t go to bed, but stayed up talking. I explained to him-much more calmly this time- that I needed to see actions from him, not just hear about what he wants to of needs to do. Words are great, but he needs to live up to them. Who cares if he wants to hug me? That doesn’t mean anything. Actually hugging me made a world of difference. But it is the same with this addiction. He wants to change, and he has started too…that is the “talking” part of the analogy. Actually following through with what he says he is going to do make the big difference. That is what actually shows me progress! It is not just the number of sober days, but seeing that he is actually taking control of his life, and that he won’t let this addiction ruin everything we have.
































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