mushypancakes wrote:I do,however, highly value an emotional openness in a partner.
Perhaps Jazzie does have unrealistic expectations. But there might be a kernel in there that is simply part of who she is and what she needs/values in a partner.
I do think that your hubby, Jazzie, is so hurt that he has built a wall that will probably take a good amount of time to come down.
The fact that you are struggling with anxiety, depression, your own essential happiness and security - his response to that is to further withdraw into himself.
He is not one to sweep in - which is maybe what you were hoping he would do?
In the meantime, can you resist the urge to act on fear and insecurity and live with the ambiguity of not knowing? You don't know, that's ok, it gives you a chance to take a solid look at this man you have married. Maybe to accept and see some parts of him you never did before, the real. There is probably some love here on both sides. Rarely does someone react so strongly as you both have without some strong feelings involved, some love and care.
He is a withdrawer. People tend to maintain a certain way of dealing with things, especially shows up in periods of stress. See if you can work with that, as Eva has with her hubby, see if you can be happy?
Hey mushy - hmmm. Most interesting post. Thank you so very much, A few answers :
I, like you, need an emotionally available partner. My husband can be - but only on his terms. Granted, he's changed a lot since we have been together, but then so have I. We have both comporomised. But I demand honesty. Truth. Not everyone is like that. I don't nag him for answers but as he only ever gives me one word answers, the onus is then left on me to keep asking freakin questions until I start getting half a complete answer. Usually I give up. It's too frustrating. But that's what he wants. If I give up, he wn't have to relinquish the rest of his information. This trick he has learned from years of living with a manipulative parent.
Yes he is hurt, I know it. I said some terrible things in those notes but they were from the heart. They were not supposed to be pretty, flattering bits of prose. The notes were only for my therpaist. Not for my husband. They were very critical of him, of marriage, questioning whether I'd made a mistake. They were awful notes. But my therapist told me to vent. Spew textually on to the page. So I did. Never in my wildest thoughts did I ever think my husband would find them. But he did and left me 2 days later. I was distraught. I vomitted everywhere from stress. It was ghastly. But at least he knew how desperately unhappy I was. Unfortunately, he also read a bunch of stuff that he took out of context which he continues to this day to bring up in conversation. He is paranoid that I'm spying on him. Please.
As for ignoring the urge to snoop? Oh yes. I've been doing that for almost a year now. Meds help calm me down. My prob is that I'm a journalist. I'm all about information. Answers. Even if they're wrong, I crave answers to unfinished questions. I don't badger people for answers but if I don't receive a direct answer to a direct question, it is extremely infuriating. I was raised in a straight talking, no nonsense, family and we're all very upfront with each other. Same with all my friends. If they are not direct with me, they don't stay in my circle. There's just no point in dillydallying around an issue. I'm not a ballbusting aggressive bitch, but if I ask a straight question, I want a straight answer.
If I am curious about something, I used to search for answers. If my gut told me something was not right, I'd search. Now, being married, it takes every fibre of my body not to do this. This is how I invaded his space in the first place. Something didn't feel right. Guess what - it wasn't. And this was evidenced over & over again.
Now, thanks to some tranqs the doctor has given me, I'm able to push aside a great deal of the anxiety associated with the need for answers. I don't float around the house like a balloon, but I glide from room to room like an all seeing all knowing Stepford Wife. While this, on one hand feels lovely to not stress out and freak out over not knowing everything or having all the answers, it makes me feel like only half a person. It makes me feel like I am cheating myself out of being the real person I am.
However, the big benefit of the meds is that my husband and I have been getting along alot better in the last few wks. I am trying hard to ignore his silence. I have plenty of other things to do than fret over him not talking. But then all that does is make me feel like I'm in one room and he's in another and there's a gulf in between.
I connect thru speech. I dont know how he connects. If I asked him, he'd probably say "through trees and nature and animals" etc. Sigh.
Apologies if this is TMI - thank you for reading my ramble. It's late and I must go to bed before I spill more guts than is allowed LOL