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Raesiahna
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(I apologize if this is the wrong section to post this in, but it seemed like the place for it because I wrote this journal entry after reading a few posts in this section, so...)
I hate this. Pushing the pain of living with BPD aside, the CFS is just horrible in its own right. I always feel so sorry about everything, sorry for being sick, sorry for being too sick to do more to manage it, sorry for having to ask people to take care of me, sorry for making people have to adjust their lives, sorry for causing my husband not have a life at all...
sorry for existing in general.
And as much as I'm sorry, I'm also not sorry. I'm furious and indignant that I feel so sorry when maybe I shouldn't. Like I feel sorry for having my husband be responsible for buying and bringing back dinner on his way home from work; for having the responsibility of keeping me fed....but then it's hard to feel sorry because most of the time, he comes home pissed and irritated with me, or doesn't get me anything and I end up going hungry. I get angry, because he will only bring home enough for us to eat for dinner, but not anything for me to eat for breakfast or lunch (he gets to buy breakfast and lunch at work) because he doesn't feel like carrying home a load of groceries. So here I am, eating once a day - if that - trying to make myself as little a burden as possible so he won't always be irritated with me.....yet I feel sorry that he has to be the one to do what he does do; feel sorry that I can't do it myself.
Thinking about it rationally, he doesn't really do much for me that I should feel sorry about. Like I feel sorry that he has to do most of the household chores....but then again, he doesn't actually do them...so why do I feel sorry?
One of the worst things about having CFS is being a nonentity. Because I am now housebound for the most part, I don't have a job to talk about or exciting life stories to tell. I still try to keep my brain active by doing a variety of things online, and some of it would be pretty interesting to talk about. But he doesn't ask...I don't think he quite sees me as another human being anymore. I'm just a thing living with him that he's vaguely aware of that he can ramble and rant to occasionally. Never asks me how my day was or what I did or how I'm feeling. He doesn't converse with me, he talks AT me, and then my existence fades away to him.
My pain and problems are so distant to him, that he can't quite bring himself to care. If I'm in pain, he initially will show a bit of worry when I mention it, but can't really be bothered to help or care in any way. Since I'm a nonentity or rather, a vague extension of himself....if he can't feel my pain, then the pain doesn't really exist, so he can't bring himself to truly care. I can sit in the same room with him, sobbing when I'm having my bone pains...and he won't notice. At the time I'm glad he doesn't notice, because I'm just one of those kinds of people.....but later when I think about it, it concerns me, because then I'm like "SHOULDN'T he have noticed though? Wouldn't that be something your spouse should notice? Should I be worried that he didn't?"
I guess what I'm saying is that I'm sorry I have to depend on him to take care of my needs....but my needs aren't being taken care of....so I'm angry that I'm sorry.
And sorry that I'm angry.
And sorry that this mainly turned into a rant about my husband.
And so forth.
-_-
P.S. I'm even more sorry that even though I was once an English major, I can't for the life of me these days remember the rules of commas, semi-colons, and run-on sentences. Brain fog pwns me.
P.P.S. And he really is a nice guy for the most part, or at least he used to be. I think our relationship would be in better place if I could go back to who I was, pre-CFS. Who I was before I faded away...
I hate this. Pushing the pain of living with BPD aside, the CFS is just horrible in its own right. I always feel so sorry about everything, sorry for being sick, sorry for being too sick to do more to manage it, sorry for having to ask people to take care of me, sorry for making people have to adjust their lives, sorry for causing my husband not have a life at all...
sorry for existing in general.
And as much as I'm sorry, I'm also not sorry. I'm furious and indignant that I feel so sorry when maybe I shouldn't. Like I feel sorry for having my husband be responsible for buying and bringing back dinner on his way home from work; for having the responsibility of keeping me fed....but then it's hard to feel sorry because most of the time, he comes home pissed and irritated with me, or doesn't get me anything and I end up going hungry. I get angry, because he will only bring home enough for us to eat for dinner, but not anything for me to eat for breakfast or lunch (he gets to buy breakfast and lunch at work) because he doesn't feel like carrying home a load of groceries. So here I am, eating once a day - if that - trying to make myself as little a burden as possible so he won't always be irritated with me.....yet I feel sorry that he has to be the one to do what he does do; feel sorry that I can't do it myself.
Thinking about it rationally, he doesn't really do much for me that I should feel sorry about. Like I feel sorry that he has to do most of the household chores....but then again, he doesn't actually do them...so why do I feel sorry?
One of the worst things about having CFS is being a nonentity. Because I am now housebound for the most part, I don't have a job to talk about or exciting life stories to tell. I still try to keep my brain active by doing a variety of things online, and some of it would be pretty interesting to talk about. But he doesn't ask...I don't think he quite sees me as another human being anymore. I'm just a thing living with him that he's vaguely aware of that he can ramble and rant to occasionally. Never asks me how my day was or what I did or how I'm feeling. He doesn't converse with me, he talks AT me, and then my existence fades away to him.
My pain and problems are so distant to him, that he can't quite bring himself to care. If I'm in pain, he initially will show a bit of worry when I mention it, but can't really be bothered to help or care in any way. Since I'm a nonentity or rather, a vague extension of himself....if he can't feel my pain, then the pain doesn't really exist, so he can't bring himself to truly care. I can sit in the same room with him, sobbing when I'm having my bone pains...and he won't notice. At the time I'm glad he doesn't notice, because I'm just one of those kinds of people.....but later when I think about it, it concerns me, because then I'm like "SHOULDN'T he have noticed though? Wouldn't that be something your spouse should notice? Should I be worried that he didn't?"
I guess what I'm saying is that I'm sorry I have to depend on him to take care of my needs....but my needs aren't being taken care of....so I'm angry that I'm sorry.
And sorry that I'm angry.
And sorry that this mainly turned into a rant about my husband.
And so forth.
-_-
P.S. I'm even more sorry that even though I was once an English major, I can't for the life of me these days remember the rules of commas, semi-colons, and run-on sentences. Brain fog pwns me.
P.P.S. And he really is a nice guy for the most part, or at least he used to be. I think our relationship would be in better place if I could go back to who I was, pre-CFS. Who I was before I faded away...