
Well, my husband said to me tonight, that he feels 90% of our conversations revolve around my health (not just butt issues, I've had lots of problems ever since we moved here 10 years ago). Actually, I would have to say that 90% of our conversations actually revolve around what to have for dinner, what activities the kids have after school, and how work is going for him.
Anyway, I'm nervous about my upcoming surgery, because who wouldn't be? And not many people in my life know about it, so why shouldn't I be able to state my feelings to my husband and expect support? I have NEVER told him any of the gory details, I only vent those kinds of things on this forum. I hold so much back from him that I thought there was no way I could possibly be talking about it too much. But he says he doesn't want to hear it, he'd rather just talk about 'other things'. I feel like a popped balloon. There's nothing he could ever say to erase how much he hurt me with that. Now I really have no one to talk to, I'll just have to vent my feelings here and otherwise just be stoic and get on with it. I know other board members have had issues with friends who didn't want to hear about AF problems, but jeez, I have been in a relationship with my husband for almost 16 years now. We met on my 18th birthday.
Anyway, I know it's annoying when all someone talks about is aches and pains and body parts, but I swear I don't do that. Seriously, all we talked about today regarding the surgery was planning for how we'll manage with the kids that day...my aunt is going to come and accompany me to the hospital, so he won't even have to deal with that, he'll just be home with the youngest and pick up the older two kids after school that day. But this evening I mentioned my stomach hurting, and I said I know I have lots of ailments and I'm sorry...and that's when he basically told me to stuff it.
I don't know what his problem is, but I'd never tell anyone that I was tired of hearing about their problems, even if I WAS tired of hearing about their problems! Chronic health problems just wear on you so much, but it's not like I'm lying in a recliner wrapped in an afghan and dying! I'm fighting back!
I'm angry and sad at the same time and PMS isn't helping...
