- Sep 11, 2006
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I really need more patience with my husband.
So he's in college at age 28 and getting an accounting degree
that he may later move on for an MBA or he may use for its purpose
or he may use it to help him start up a software engineering company.
He took 18 credit hours this semester, but he's smart... he doesn't have to study 24/7 like some people.
But the last few weeks, he HAS been in his little office room and won't really come out or do anything with me.
He says he's just working on a project, and it's not that I don't believe him- I pop into the office all the time and he's got excell stuff on the screen
but it's torment for me.
I get paranoid real easy so my mind starts messing with me and I think maybe he's really watching porn or chatting with a girl and just covering it up with the homework. Then I tell myself he wouldn't and try not to think that. Because he's not. I sat in there for 2 hours yesterday and he didn't take his eyes off the project he's doing.
Then there's the matter of my childhood-
only child, no siblings, homeschooled. For a few years, mom was sick with depression and something else where she was tired all the time and stayed in bed alot. Dad worked long hours and then went out on the weekends to sell cameras and valuables and trade them as a hobby/extra income.
I was left alone to let my imagination entertain me.
We didn't have cable TV or video games and didn't have a fancy computer that could do much until I was 10 or 11 so I had my stuffed animals, my legos, my back yard, my nature studying kits... and that was my whole life. I felt trapped alot. Even though life could have sucked more, I didn't see that when I was little I just saw the neighbor kids that were my friends getting to go out to water parks and movies with their parents every weekend and getting to have slumber parties and cookouts and I didn't and I felt trapped in my solitary confinement.
I wasn't allowed to wander past the back yard, so I knew better than to run away to the library or downtown or catch a bus to the mall unless I was escorted by my parents or a friend's mom. My mom could strike the fear of God into me. Good reason, she knew that sex offenders lived on the next block over.
I remember many crying fits between ages 6 and 11... I thought mom and dad were going to take me out for a day at the park or the mall and we got to that day and mom wasn't feeling well and dad had to work.
I remember being angry at my mom for being sick and also terrified that she was dying.
She wasn't.
She's fine now... mostly. still kind of frail. but much healthier. her diet was to blame for alot of it.
(But now whatever was wrong with her hormones and autoimmune and allergies is wrong with me to a degree and now I have to fight depression and allergies and fatigue at times and I have to eat a special diet)
Because of the anxiety I suffered as a child, I now have a hard time being calm and mature when my husband has to stay in his office working on a project night after night and all weekend.
I'm not confined to my house I can go out and go to the city and the beach and do whatever... but we are still newly married (ish) and I have an urgency in my heart that we need to spend quality time and do marriage enrichment... and so when he won't budge, won't go out for dinner or go for a long walk with me or he wants to not go to church,
I panic.
And we get in a fight about it. And I get called "selfish" for wanting to take him away from his school projects.
Now what?
So he's in college at age 28 and getting an accounting degree
that he may later move on for an MBA or he may use for its purpose
or he may use it to help him start up a software engineering company.
He took 18 credit hours this semester, but he's smart... he doesn't have to study 24/7 like some people.
But the last few weeks, he HAS been in his little office room and won't really come out or do anything with me.

He says he's just working on a project, and it's not that I don't believe him- I pop into the office all the time and he's got excell stuff on the screen
but it's torment for me.
I get paranoid real easy so my mind starts messing with me and I think maybe he's really watching porn or chatting with a girl and just covering it up with the homework. Then I tell myself he wouldn't and try not to think that. Because he's not. I sat in there for 2 hours yesterday and he didn't take his eyes off the project he's doing.
Then there's the matter of my childhood-
only child, no siblings, homeschooled. For a few years, mom was sick with depression and something else where she was tired all the time and stayed in bed alot. Dad worked long hours and then went out on the weekends to sell cameras and valuables and trade them as a hobby/extra income.
I was left alone to let my imagination entertain me.
We didn't have cable TV or video games and didn't have a fancy computer that could do much until I was 10 or 11 so I had my stuffed animals, my legos, my back yard, my nature studying kits... and that was my whole life. I felt trapped alot. Even though life could have sucked more, I didn't see that when I was little I just saw the neighbor kids that were my friends getting to go out to water parks and movies with their parents every weekend and getting to have slumber parties and cookouts and I didn't and I felt trapped in my solitary confinement.
I wasn't allowed to wander past the back yard, so I knew better than to run away to the library or downtown or catch a bus to the mall unless I was escorted by my parents or a friend's mom. My mom could strike the fear of God into me. Good reason, she knew that sex offenders lived on the next block over.
I remember many crying fits between ages 6 and 11... I thought mom and dad were going to take me out for a day at the park or the mall and we got to that day and mom wasn't feeling well and dad had to work.
I remember being angry at my mom for being sick and also terrified that she was dying.
She wasn't.
She's fine now... mostly. still kind of frail. but much healthier. her diet was to blame for alot of it.
(But now whatever was wrong with her hormones and autoimmune and allergies is wrong with me to a degree and now I have to fight depression and allergies and fatigue at times and I have to eat a special diet)
Because of the anxiety I suffered as a child, I now have a hard time being calm and mature when my husband has to stay in his office working on a project night after night and all weekend.
I'm not confined to my house I can go out and go to the city and the beach and do whatever... but we are still newly married (ish) and I have an urgency in my heart that we need to spend quality time and do marriage enrichment... and so when he won't budge, won't go out for dinner or go for a long walk with me or he wants to not go to church,
I panic.
And we get in a fight about it. And I get called "selfish" for wanting to take him away from his school projects.
Now what?