Thursday, December 3, 2009
Is the Dog Going to the Pound?
I don't know, I just know that it's been a week and every day she still mentions how "Charlie" thinks this or that. Lately, it's Charlie thinks I should divorce you. Charlie is an ex-"boyfriend". He has been out of the picture since we were married in 2003. Well, not really. We came back from our honeymoon and there was an answering machine message from him. I was a little taken aback and told my wife that it was time to put that one to rest. She said she had been stringing him along for the whole time we were together so that he would leave her his life insurance money. I said, "we are married now, you really need to let that whole thing go". She agreed to do this. However, two months ago I am standing there and the phone rings at 8 am on a Monday. It is Charlie leaving a message. I asked her what was up. She said, "He contacted me again after all this time. I get things from him that you don't give me." I didn't react too badly, but I was upset. I decided not to pursue it and told her "talk to him if you want, I can't stop you." Now, it seems they are talking constantly about all my fuckups and my bad attitude which she calls "abuse". I don't do anything for days and she brings up the last thing I did a week ago and says she is still hurt by it. Then she tells me her parents are coming down and they are concerned that I am not treating her well. She is now telling everyone how she wants to leave me but can't because she is disabled. She said "If I was well I'd leave and not look back" and "I don't love you anymore". I said we have made love several times since this incident and yet you keep bringing it back up. "Oh, sex...I'd fuck anything..." So, I guess I'm not special. I guess I just have to accept that she is going to hate me unless I do everything she asks me to and never have a bad attitude about anything. I know MS is making her life worse by the day. I want to help her. It is just frustrating when nothing helps and she picks on every little thing. I can't make her see that I am not evil, I'm just a person who has problems, too. I swear I do more and more every day to keep her above water, but it's like she is slipping away from me. I can't take what life is dishing out. I keep on doing the things that need to be done, but with a feeling of futility. My self esteem is in the dirt. I get it. I should suffer because I am an asshole. I am going back into my hole now, I don't think this blog is such a great idea.
Hi, I'm Andrew, AKA Hoodyup the Evil Caregiver, and I approved this blog post. I may not have been in my right mind at the time, but what's done is done. I stand by my sins. Eppur si muove.
I started this blog as a way to vent my frustrations with life, the universe and everything (not the book by Douglas Adams; that was quite good, actually).
My seemingly charmed life took a turn in 2004 when my wife Sharon was diagnosed with MS. This blog documents the fallout and revisits the past, as well as chronicling my dreams and rants throughout the years.
Be warned - explicit language and content that runs the gamut can be found in these posts, which describe personal events, both real and those dreamed up by my overactive nocturnal psyche.
Also, I use real names whenever possible, so if you see a post with your name on it, it probably refers to you. Unless, of course, you don't know me, in which case it is purely coincidental.
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