Re: Surviving
Underthewireja wrote:The struggles you have endured thus far, and all you have yet to encounter should be viewed as small obsticals in the path of regaining your sense of self, your freedom and your self worth. Possessions are had, lost, and replaced.
I know you guys probably think I sound crazy. I have already lost a lot. You come to a point that you just can't take any more. As stated above, I have lost my sense of self, freedom, self worth, self confidence, and a lot of money along the way. As overwhelming as it sounds, I used to adore ripping up a house. Today, I feel so defeated and lost, I'm lucky to get the dishes done.
I know the legal advise I got about improving the value of this house is sound. Of course, the financial aspect of it is pretty important to me. Another thing I will gain by a rehab project, such as this, is rediscovering something I used to love doing. I need to feel some sense of accomplishment. It will help me build my sense of self, self worth, and self confidence when I see that I actually can do things I easily used to.
I had to learn about enablement the hard way. I was an enabler, but no more. My husband is an addict. There is a world of difference between helping someone help themselves and enabling an existing problem. I thought I was helping him help himself, but I realized, way too late, you cannot do this with an addict. They have too many problems they don't wish to solve, just want someone to use. That was me.
Sometimes you are too close to see things objectively, until one day you get knocked in the head and you are forced to see it for what it really is. I don't believe any one of us are either bad or good. We are a combination. With most of us, we are mostly good, but we are imperfect humans. We have to recognize and work on the bad in us to be better people. As we grow and mature, which means our entire lifetime, we learn and try not to repeat mistakes and hurt others. Addicts are not capable of this.
My husband wasn't always a bad person. I have known him since I was 16. He was a good person, years ago. One flaw I noticed early on, he is a control freak. Marriage, the stress of a family, and financial struggles gave him a feeling of lack of control. There was one thing he could control, me. Under stressful situations, which we all go through, he would get more controling and physically bully me in an argument.
I should have left then and divorced him. I'm sure that we all heard that once abuse starts, it only gets worse. I heard it too, but refused to believe it. I was an enabler. Enablers always want something in exchange. They are always pissed off when they don't get it. I enabled him to use physical force, threaten me, and continue his controling ways in exchange for a home for our children, the family I wanted, and to go back to school. I was always angry when he wouldn't live up to my trade off by acting like a father to his kids and not treating us like a family. I asked for something unreasonable out of him. He isn't capable of it. This sends a message that his voilent outburst were acceptable. I didn't leave. I didn't divorce him. I was afraid to have him arrested.
I also financially enabled him. I wanted health insurance, which we did agree on. I looked at the figures on child support and saw no way he could hand me this much money and still keep the house. He grew up here. I felt guilty. I had a good job and a nice, but inexpensive apartment. I only had to work two days a week and could be there the rest of the time. I would pick up hours when I wanted to. I had plenty of cash. I was also running from problems, not facing up to them. By not asking for child support, I enabled him to drink more and work less.
We aren't talking about the decent guy of years ago. A lot of time has passed. I couldn't see past what he was and what he is today. You can't give addicts a break ever. They all seek an enabler. They will lie, manipulate, and tell you anything you want to hear to keep you enabling them. Between his mother and me, we have created a real monster.
Hindsight is such a beauty. You can see everything you did wrong, but it's too late to fix it. I should have divorced him many years ago. No, I was too proud to go on Welfare and go to school. Pride is one of the Seven Deadly Sins, which is worth reading and understanding, religious or not, just good advice to live by. I should have stood up for myself years ago, but didn't for many reasons.
If I had left and divorced him years ago, we both probably would have had better lives. This is exactly why I am pounding his mother to stop enabling him. He will never have to solve serious problems of his own creation because others always let him get away with it. Today, he really is a horrible person. I knew it very shortly after moving in here. I did my last financial bail out and put my foot down on any agressive behavior out of him.
Addicts don't take to well to this, so he tried the same old tactics, scare the hell out of me. Each time, the police were called. He resented it. He never asked me to get a job. I told him my rent was paid and it is his turn to support these kids. He couldn't throw me out. I own half of this house. He couldn't do anything with me. I was so busy beating myself up for losing a good job and apartment. Depression set in. My self confidence was shattered. I refused to work not because of that. If I worked, that means he gets out of responsibility again. It would be right back to work less and drink more.
I wasn't going to let him off the hook this time. I was playing a dangerous game. I was tired of running from him. We needed this house a lot more than he did. I was willing to fight him for it. He could leave if he didn't like us there. This should have ended many years ago. I knew he had problems. I knew addicts are irratic and irresponsible. For emotional reasons, I couldn't see reality for what it was. I couldn't face just how ugly it can be. I couldn't let go of my want for a family that he couldn't ever be part of, by his own choice. I hung on to hope when I should have dropped it years ago. I wanted to belive in him until I couldn't. There is nothing left of the man I married to believe in, just another addict who is going to do anything to get me to enable him.
I made a lot of mistakes. I'm not excusing his behavior or taking responsibility for it. He is an adult with free will. If he can't act like a responsible adult, then he shouldn't have the privilige of one.