I'm definitely starting to come around the corner on the health problems I've been having, but the issues have been taking a toll on my family. My boyfriend claimed last weekend, in front of other people no less, that the new meds I'm on were making me mean. He backed that down to short-tempered when I confronted him on it. Mean I couldn't deal with, that's intentional and harsh, and he said no, that wasn't what he meant. Short-tempered, I owned up to, apologized for, and have tried to work on. I've kept the house as clean as I reasonably could, put food on the table, worked to make sure the bills were paid at least, not many extras but the basics anyway. My daughter has been sent out to family friends for play dates and excursions more than usual lately, but it doesn't seem to be bothering her much. Maybe Lovey dovey stuff has been at an extreme ebb for the last month or two, but come on, something has to give. Overall, I thought I'd been holding things together okay. Dragging my ass along, holding my mind together on a prayer sometimes, but at least keeping the ship afloat.
Well, then, my SO came in from the dentist unexpectedly this morning. I'd gotten the kiddo off to scool and dropped into a chair with a cup of coffee. I didn't know he would come in, so I didn't think I had to put on a good face for anybody, so I wasn't. I was curled up, feeleing lousy, and not hiding it, because the cat doesn't care if I hide it or not, bless his little soul.
Now granted, my SO hates the dentist chair more than he would hate the electric chair if he were to be sent there. So he was in a pissy mood to begin with. But he came in the door, grabbed his stuff for work, turned around to leave, and banged his fist on the wall. So I asked him what was wrong, and he snarled with a raised voice, "Maybe it sucks to watch you suck it up all the time! Maybe I'm fed up with it!"
And he slammed the door and stormed off to work without giving me a chance to say anything. Which is probably a good thing because I was shocked and wouldn't have known what in the world to say anyway. I still don't know. How can I make this easier on him? What else can I do? I'm adjusting to the meds, so the short term stuff is bound to get better, but the chronic health problems aren't going anywhere. I can manage them and work around them and I'm trying, but I can't hide them. Between the fibromyalgia and the migraines, along with other lesser issues, I'll probably never go another day without pain for the rest of my life, and I'm fine with that. How can I get him down out of the trees on this?
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