Today is H's grandmas funeral 2.5 hours away. Last night I set out all our funeral clothes, packed a bag with a change of clothes, snacks, etc. My mom was going to come with us to take care of Emery while the service was being held, then we were going to stay in that town for the better part of the day to visit with family and see the family estate and farm (where Grandma was born and raised, not where she's lived for the entire time I've known her). We were supposed to leave half an hour ago. Instead, H left without me and I get to stay home with the kids because Joaquin projectile vomited all over the hallway and bathroom at 2 am last night.
I desperately needed the closure of this funeral but I'm not going to get that. This sucks hard.
I also had horrifying nightmares last night about death and apocalyptic type stuff.
I guess this is turning into a vent. Last year around this time I sunk into a depression and it was triggered by the 4 month pp period and the Newtown shooting. I couldn't even enjoy the holidays last year. I keep thinking about the Newtown shooting lately and I'm scared I'm going to fall into a depression again. I don't really have a history of depression but there is a sordid family history with it, including suicide and alcoholism, so it's always kind of following me around and I know it's there to be had, you know?
I'm not being fulfilled by my H and I'm feeling emotionally betrayed by him in a lot of ways. I hope putting all of this out here will be a sort of release to help me work through this stuff. Any words of wisdom are appreciated. I know I need counseling, I tend to bottle stuff up and I know I need an outlet to work through my issues as they come up. Easier said then done, right? If it was easy I'd be in counseling right now.
I'll end my rambling there. Thanks for listening guys.
**UPDATE**
Can I just say first I love you guys? Really, sometimes the thing you need most is a listening ear and a I've been there and you are not alone. Thank you so much for that.
So H came home this evening and we were able to really talk on a deep level for the first time in a really long time. I was able to get a lot of things off my chest and he was able to listen and really understand what I meant. I am feeling hopeful. We have a lot that we need to work through and I'm going to find a counselor this week to see, just me, because my way of trying to maintain a healthy relationship with my husband is not working. I need help figuring that out, and that's okay.
I'm still really sad I had to miss the funeral and there's still a lot to work through there, but I feel like if my H and I are on more solid ground right now after this "come to Jesus" talk, the rest will follow much more smoothly.
You guys are the best.
Re: sometimes being a mom sucks. UPDATE
I think I remember you mentioning that you guys weren't really connected to a church that felt like a good fit. Are you still looking? Community is such a great support when things are tough.
I'm praying for you guys! We're here for you.
I know resources are limited, but maybe you guys can get creative together. Make a night of coming up with ideas for alone time for you and quality together time for the both of you.
And just remember this phase won't last forever. I know you feel attached at the hip to E and that majorly restricts alone time opportunities. This too shall pass.
DH's grandfather was found to be terminally ill and immediately put on hospice the day I went into labor and died when the babies were three days old. I had to miss the funeral which devastated me because I never got to see him while he was in the hospital before he died. I ended up staying home with my one week old newborns by myself during the funeral thanks to a flaky friend who was supposed to help me but never showed. I really found myself getting frustrated and depressed with the lack of closure and with how unsupported I felt in that vulnerable time. DH's grandfather was someone I cared deeply about and I really struggled with his sudden death and not getting to say goodbye. I finally had a bit of a sit down with DH where I laid it all out to him like it sounds like you did with your DH. I felt so much better afterwards. I needed validation that the way I was feeling was justified. I needed to hear that just because I didn't get to formally say goodbye I was not a bad person. Once I really owned the way I was feeling and told DH the ways in which I needed him to support me things got SO much better.
I don't want to say that I know exactly what you're going through but I've been in a similar situation (and I also struggle with depression on a frequent basis) so please feel free to reach out to me if you ever just need someone to talk to.
I love you, GWP !!!
That is all.
And the babies say, "Hiiiii !!!"
As for the toxic step mom in law, I'll hate her for you. I know that accomplishes nothing but it couldn't hurt to put a little extra karmic mojo in the universe! I've survived toxic family and really all you can do is limit contact and get to a point where you realize their bullshit stems from a deep personal problem and has little to do with reality (especially their perception of you). You, GWP, have good karma and better days await you. Hugs.
FET #1 Dec 2013 BFN
FET # 2 Feb 2014 BFN
No more frosties
IVF #2. September 2014
PGD yielded 2 perfect 5d blasts
SET November 9, 2014
Nov 23, 2014. Another BFN
Not sure where to go from here.
Baby #2!