It seems g/f still feels I have made my mind up about her. No matter how many time I say that is just not in my character. People are dynamic not static, we are always changing. But she seems to think I have decided to not like her and am just waiting for her to screw things up.
Karma says I think there is nothing in common b/c she is affraid to open up and I don't feel like I should be the one to offer the olive branch.
Add into the complication of fibromyalgia. She doesn't know me well enough to know the things it effects. Like when I am in a lot of pain I tend to shut off. I get short with people b/c the energy it takes to answer them, takes away from the energy I am using to combat the pain. The energy it takes to interact is just more than I have. My patience is usualy pretty thin when I am in a lot of pain.
When she and Karma came home Sat night that was where I was. I had told him earlier in the day I felt like I had been hit by a truck, and I did. I had the muscle ache from working out, the flu like ache from the fibro, I had no energy, I had no balance, and it honestly hurt just to breath, it hurt to eat.
I sent them to a going away party without me, for one of our adopted "kids". The younger sister to one of the guys we do darkon with. She is leaving for college and it was her last weekend to spend with us. Our "kids" mean the world to me. We do more than mentor them in foam fighting, we mentor them in their real lives as well. So the fact that I was in that much pain that I wasn't going, I thought clued him into the level of pain.
Hit by truck/ not going to see a friend off to college/didn't even have the energy to get dressed.
Yup sounds like a pretty bad day.
So they came home and I was snippy from the get go. Just saying hi took more than I had and I was pissy that I had to extend that energy. Not their fault, not a trait I'm proud of. But that's where I was and what they walked into.
Karma wanted to watch The Crow. His favorite movie. G/f has never seen it. I was annoyed again for several reasons: I was asked to move so he could cuddle us both, it wasn't the cuddling that bothered me, it was the moving. I had found a spot I could tolerate sitting in and now I have to move to accomodate them. Again he didn't know, not really their fault, and on any other day it wouldn't have mattered. But right then, I didn't want to.
Two:I HATE watching a move more than once. Seems like a waste of time. I will go years and years before I can tolerate watching a movie again. The Crow, being Karmas favorite, I have seen more times than I can count. So I'm in pain, I'm irritated and I have zero desire to watch this move AGAIN.
So I went to the bedroom to read my book. Up until now, seeing them cuddle didn't bother me. When they got there she sat on the floor in front of where he was on the couch and I didn't care. The kissed and I didn't care.
I'm guessing my patience was dead by the time I came out to get an ash tray b/c they were curled up in the chair watching the movie in the dark. Seeing that hurt. Like arrow to the heart. Then later he came into the kitchen while I was getting dinner and gave me a hug and was covered in her scent.
Again a two prong issue- I am very sensitive to scents and I don't like what she uses. They make me ill. And then there's the fact that my husband smells of another woman and is hugging and kissing me.
That was it. I was done. He asked what was wrong. All I could articulate was I was hurting seeing them and smelling her. He got pissed I got defensive and that my friends is how we got this last string of blogs.
Karma and talked for a bit tonight and there was some irritation on both parts, but I think we get things a little more.
He thinks I'm shutting her out and not wanting to get to know her. That am only tolerating her. I think I've been trying to get to know her, to hold conversation, and I feel like I am talking to myself. So I don't feel like it's my branch to extend anymore.
I don't know how to make her feel comfortable. I don't know how to make her feel like I want to get to know her. I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing.
I want compersion. I want to feel joy knowing they are happy. I want the comfort that is there with my wife. And it just doesn't seem to be happening.