Living The Dream…seriously now.

I think this is where faith comes in handy. Each day being on a waiting list for housing feels like an eternity. It allows he who wishes to be obeyed find small things to either complain about or orchestrate into a mountain. Like today, I get up make breakfast, of course he was up all night so while I was cooking he goes to sleep. He gets up at 4:30 pm eats the breakfast then complains there is no dinner made. I am told what goes around comes around and I will get mine for how I treat him. Currently he must be allowing his true nature out because so called friends on the games he played are unfriending him. In one sense I have to laugh, to sit and listen to the conversation is like listening to 14 year olds. Are these adults going to play games when they are 60 or 70? How many senior gamers are out there?

I pray that an apartment becomes available. I can’t believe the cost of an apartment these days. How do young couples survive.

Some days I feel like I am treading water near the shoreline while the shark is feet away in the deeper water just waiting for me to make a mistake.

Once I move I know there will be a lengthy period of healing to go through. The shock of not having to be on guard each day, being able to sleep without someone yelling constantly through the night, making food and being able to enjoy it, I think the big one will be sleep. I’m feeling the lack of proper rest, it makes your nerves raw, no desire to do anything. No verbal attacks.

Until then, I’ll just keep saying to myself, living the Dream.

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A Day In The Life….

You open your eyes and listen…you hear the rustle of the cat playing, feel the pressure of the dog laying against you. No noise from the narc. The last time you heard them was at 4am yelling about another player on the video game cheating and how he was going to teach them a lesson. Through out the night you’d be woken by his booming voice and laughter being life of the party with his friends. He calls them friends even though they have never met and maybe if they did know him maybe they wouldn’t be interested. You get all total about 3-4 hours sleep a night because you’re woken non stop. He will crash around 4 or 5 am and sleep for 6-8 hours. While he is sleeping you go about your day being as quiet as possible because it would be hell if you woke him. Some days he wants to interact and will stay up just to throw insults or start fights. Most days it’s easy to ignore the verbal bait but sometimes it’s unbearable because a nerve has been hit. Your mind isn’t relaxed you are always on alert. He knows I’m waiting for housing to leave and is using everything he possibly can to upset me. He has threatened to burn down the trailer, open the door and let my pets out (the cats are indoor and the dog would run). He has threatened to sell the house for what is owing so I get nothing. I just want to leave, take my pets and go. Most days I feel depressed, covered in a dark cloud. I love my job the people are wonderful my boss is great. It’s a retreat for me. My hobby is a place to escape.

When I hear him waking it’s time to prepare a meal. He doesn’t like change or anything different it’s mashed potatoes and meat. I have to make sure he has bags of potato chips, pudding and other treats to snack on. Oh and coke. He drinks nothing but coke, no water no juice just coke. When I buy fruits and veggies I get yelled at for buying something he doesn’t like. And he claims I never buy anything he likes. It’s the narcs game, blame blame blame deny deny deny. It’s frustrating you feel like you’re losing your mind.

On nice days I like to sit outside with the dog and close my eyes, let the breeze brush over me and feel the warmth of the sun on my face. For a brief moment I can forget and just be…..

The System Has To Change

It’s time for an update! So as some of you know I have applied for housing to get out from under he who wishes to be obeyed. I am on the waiting list for three different places. I am not eligible for priority housing though because I have no police reports, no counselling reports, and no dr reports. Verbal and mental abuse is recognized to be eligible for priority but very difficult to prove when your abuser is careful what they do and say in front of others. I have over twenty recordings of him threatening to harm my pets, threatening what he will do to me, yelling cursing accusing me of doing things and not doing things, and the ultimate involuntary sex where he is yelling at me to remove clothes and I am saying no the animals are barking and hissing at him and he is pushing them away and yelling at them. These recordings however are not permitted. I can completely understand the frustration felt by mental and verbally abused victims. They feel alone, isolated, no one believes them because “he is such a charming guy” in front of them and they have never seen him angry. There is no way to win with a narcissist. If you lose weight you’re on drugs or seeing someone. If you gain weight you’re on drugs or doing it to make him mad. If you’re home late from work you’re cheating. If you’re home early you didn’t go to work instead you were cheating. You will never clean to his satisfaction. Nothing you cook will taste right or be cooked properly. You never do what he wants, buy what he wants or have sex the way he wants. Unless you have the money you will feel stuck between a rock and a hard place. Run when you can. Just run!

Fear

Your fear, camouflaged by razor words,

Slicing my flesh.

The sting of your vile temper,

Piercing my solitude.

Struggling to keep my head above water,

Gasping for air.

Life Can Be Strange

Life can be strange and blessings stranger. He who wishes to be obeyed is still unemployed, for some reason he is speaking nicely to me at this time. That only means he wants something, has done something or is about to.

I haven’t heard anything about the housing application I filled out. Housing is limited. And anyone who is high priority will receive it first. But that’s ok because I’m becoming stronger and more self assured each day. He can no longer bully me into doing things and yelling at me doesn’t work because I just walk away. I am able to stand with my head held high and with authority tell him no.

Now for great news!! As you know I make jewelry as a hobby. I’m excited to announce three of my pieces are in the Inspiration section of Making Jewellery Magazine issue 127 released today! I am proud, I am thrilled, I’m tickled pink lol.

He can tell me all he wants my hobby is nothing. I have proof it’s more than he gives credit for.

Visit me on Instagram to follow or hit a like button or two or three lol.

Forgive Me

I am in the wrong. Please forgive me!! I posted a few weeks back about my sweet Gizmo and forgot to update you!!!!! I would like to thank a dear reader for reminding me of this.

The tests came back in our favor, two lipoma!!! Thank you Dr Pimplepopper for educating me on what that is lol. Basically a lipoma is like a little balloon with mushy skin cells in it. Nothing serious thank goodness. If in the future either one becomes bothersome or in the way then they can be removed but otherwise there is no need for surgery.

Thank you for your support, thank you for caring. And thank you for helping me feel not so alone.

The Eve of my Birthday

A year ago today I sat basically in the same frame of mind. This year is different with a glimmer of hope and I may just see the end of the tunnel. I haven’t heard anything yet about apartment availability but I have faith when the time is right it will happen. I don’t necessarily wish to move in the winter, snow and cold…no.

At this time the one question that baffles me is how does he do things to people and have no conscience about it. How does he feel nothing. How is he able to lie and believe every word he speaks is truth.

Today I’m random. You’ll find my writing all over the place. A bit scattered and that is pretty much how I feel today.

I received a wonderful surprise from a new coworker today. She bought me flowers and a wax diffuser with some wonderful smelling wax pods. Oh and can’t forget the chocolate. Lol. I love chocolate. My mommy sent me a card, bless her, she is 88 and her mind is young and quick but her body is starting to fail her. Tomorrow is my long day a work, which is ok, it will keep me occupied and my mind off my birthday. I’m not saying that gifts are necessary but it is sad when two years in a row your ignored. And back to that, how does he do it. I think I would go crazy trying to understand something that there is no answer for.

Anything but this…..

My pride and joy is my 7 year old Yorkie fur baby Gizmo. He was there when my first husband of twenty years was diagnosed with cancer. He was there when my daughter moved overseas. He was there when my son met the love of his life and moved out. And he has been with me in this relationship through the highs and lows. Gizmo goes everywhere with me. Today at his yearly vet checkup it was confirmed that one of the lumps he has is not a hernia. That was bittersweet because that meant he also had to have a biopsy today. I will be on pins and needles this next week awaiting the results. If it comes back as a lipoma that’s great because no surgery will be necessary unless it gets too large and affects his mobility. But there is the other side it could come back as cancerous and I don’t even want to think about that. I was so proud of him when they took the cell samples. He didn’t flinch or even blink. Everyone there came in to see him and give him hugs. He is a little love bug and lapped up all the attention. I broke down though….I can’t imagine a day without him.

You are probably wondering what reaction he who wishes to be obeyed had. He has been home smoking his pot and playing video games, talking to people on the games. No he is still unemployed and has not attempted to look for a job.

But that’s not my concern at this time. My concern is Gizmo and praying that the results come back in our favour.

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