Post by Mrs.Rad888 on Apr 25, 2016 10:26:58 GMT -5
I don't think I've ever started a randoms thread! I have lots of griping to get off my chest.
Our scale is in the bathroom that's been unofficially designated SS & SDIL's. We tend to stay out of it so they have an area that they can consider their own. Since I only go in there when DH is in our bathroom, or to scoop out the cat box, it's been a while since I weighed myself. I decided to check my weight on Saturday, and was pleasantly surprised to see that I'd lost about 15 lbs. I've been trying to eat better, but otherwise haven't put much effort into losing weight. Afterward, I started thinking that I couldn't have lost that much weight, because my clothes weren't fitting any differently, so I rechecked. Yeah, my weight wasn't centered on the scale. I have lost some weight, 7-8 lbs, but definitely not 15-20.
When SS moved in last year, apparently there was a conversation that I wasn't a part of where SS said he would probably stay for a year, so he and SDIL could pay some bills and clear up some debt. Well, she finally found a job (he was starting a new job when he moved in), and I was actually starting to get excited about them moving out. Well, the people she was nannying for decided that they didn't need a nanny because the H's work schedule got cut. Then she mentioned that SS and she were considering buying instead of renting, since it would cost the same. Fuck me! That probably means that they haven't found a house or apt they agree on, so that June 1 move-out date isn't looking too good. I told my BFF that if SS and SDIL don't move out by June 1, I may be moving in with her.
I'm so tired of being married to someone with low self-esteem. Every slight is because obviously I don't respect him. I'm expected to praise every little accomplishment (yay, you vacuumed!). Look, I'm very supportive. I encouraged him to try for a new job since he hated his old job, and it worked out very well. I always support what he wants to do, unless I think it will cause real harm of some kind. But, I can't be a fucking cheering section. I'm not going to get excited over the new horseshoe pits. He's always gotten positive feedback from his job, so he puts more effort in, which results in more positive feedback, and it becomes a cycle. Which, fine, we all enjoy positive feedback. But, that apparently makes his job more important that non-work stuff. My family has our annual Disney trip coming up. It's been scheduled, my dad has already paid for the park tickets and hotel rooms. DH knows this because A) we've talked about it; and B) It's the same time of the year it's been for the last 5 years. He's now waffling on going. If he didn't want to go, he could have said something a month ago, but now he's saying that he may not have enough leave available, and he's already starting to worry about Christmas travel (to his family, of course). He just won't come out and say what he actually wants to do, because someone somewhere might be upset. I'm going to blow my fucking top.
Thank you if you made it through that. I've been searching job ads, so if it truly becomes more than I'm willing to tolerate, I'm not stuck due to being financially dependent on DH. I'm retired Navy, I'm sure I can always get a job on the base up here.
I spent this past weekend down the shore, and it was amazing. My dad lives there, so I wasn't totally alone - He and his gf were there - But it was so nice to just get away from home for a couple days, go for a run on the beach, sit by the bay, and just relax. No pressure to make plans, no pressure to run errands, or clean, or do laundry, or ANYTHING AT ALL. I read an entire book on Saturday. I can't even remember the last time I had the opportunity to do that! And it was so nice because it's still the off-season, so hardly anyone was there, and it was QUIET.
I think I need to make an effort to get away more often because just having a change of scenery and some alone time made me feel like a new person. I never really give myself the chance to decompress, and I'm realizing that I need that more than I thought. I've been running myself ragged and stretching myself too thin, and it's taking a toll on me.
I'm turning down a job this morning. It's nice to be wanted, even if it's not the right position for me! I hope the next offer is more aligned with what I'm looking for. I'm grateful that I'm in the position to be able to wait for a better offer.
I should be filing for divorce pretty soon. We have agreed on everything and we just need to prepare the papers, sign, and file. We are doing it without attorneys, since it made the most sense for our situation. The marriage was dead for about a year before he finally moved out about a year ago. It seems like we are so close, yet so far from actually being done with each other. Once we file, we still need a hearing, and then it will be 120 days before the divorce is final. I just want to completely move on from this marriage!
Work has been getting a lot better so that feels good. I need to put an actual routine into place so that I actually get up and get moving and then feel like I have an actual start and end to my day. I really need to get my nails done. They are SUCH a mess.
I have a bag taste in my mouth due to antibiotics. I'm only on day two of seven. Hold me. I need to go to the store for candies to suck on. It reminds me of when I had neck surgery and could taste the plastic drainage tube until it was removed.
Post by asoctoberfalls on Apr 25, 2016 19:56:52 GMT -5
I posted this in the MMM randoms over the weekend, but...
I've had eczema most of my life. My hands have always been the worst. It used to come and go growing up, but for the past 3-4 or more years (I can't remember how long) it has been constant. I've had countless infections, constant open sores, and itching 100% of the time. The steroid creams don't help, nothing helps.
About 2-3 weeks after H moved out, my eczema disappeared. I mean, it's gone, for the first time in years. I don't have any cuts on my hands, and while they do itch, they don't itch relentlessly like they used to. I'm not ashamed for people to see my hands! I know it doesn't sound like much, but it's a BIG deal to me because they've been really painful, not to mention embarrassing (my nails always have gunk under them from scratching, my hands are scarred and discolored, etc). The only thing I can think of is that having H around was stressful because he treated me badly and he was a jerk. We didn't fight much, so I never realized how much he stressed me out. But, the body doesn't lie.
asoctoberfalls, woohoo for eczema being gone!!! Sometimes we don't consciously realize the amount of stress that our bodies are under because we've sort of adapted to it. That's great news! (I tend to get eczema in winter and I know how itchy and horrible it can be). Cheers to a better life :beer:
asoctoberfalls, give it time. I lost 60 pounds in the two years since we moved out.
Yeah, I'm going to my dermatologist for a scalp biopsy next week, but I honestly have a feeling the hair loss is stress related as well. She did a ton of bloodwork and everything came back normal. I do believe in 6 months or so I'll start to notice my hair growing back.
asoctoberfalls, woohoo for eczema being gone!!! Sometimes we don't consciously realize the amount of stress that our bodies are under because we've sort of adapted to it. That's great news! (I tend to get eczema in winter and I know how itchy and horrible it can be). Cheers to a better life
Agree! It's kind of scary to think of the inflammation that could be happening inside the body. No wonder stress gives people heart attacks! It's crazy to me that I honestly haven't felt very stressed. But my body apparently has.
It's amazing how our bodies react to stress. My anxiety levels (along w DD's) PLUMMENTED after we left xh. Of course he had to bring in a new anxiety trigger (sleep) to dd but people saw a very noticeable change in both of us post xh.