Part 3
Great White Shark
The amount of stress that was building up was too much for anyone to handle and one ting I didn't know- I was pregnant. I just never seem to know when I am and my body just doesn’t handle it well.
So around October by that time I had been so overwhelmed by the barrage of cruelty (by this time Daniel wouldn't walk beside me on the side walk he would stride ahead faster than I could go and suddenly it was a "habit" and he's always done it and he couldn't break that new habit. If he was going to the store or getting food he would just say he was "going for a walk" and wouldn't pick up anything I needed, but if I'd gone to the store and was unpacking what I got he would bounce over like a little 8 year old kid and go "what did you get me" because he was so used to me buying something to try and lower the tension, it was expected (I winder how his new partner has been handling this kid behaviour- she has two sons in their twenties and I'm sure this kind of thing would piss her the fuck off).
[Sex had become extremely unpleasant. Without going into details he tried to only touch one place on my body and literally nowhere else and it was kind of creepy and I felt lonely. Conversely, when I tried to kiss him he would giggle and kick and squirm like a little kid being tickled and that was gross and it made me feel like a pedo with a little kid. It fucking creeped me out. - Withdrawn from Blog]
So by the end of 2015 I was so depressed I couldn't move. I didn't feel safe getting out of bed because I didn't have enough energy to be treated like a criminal in my own home. I just would lie there in a semi-catatonic state- we didn't go out anymore, not even to the dog park. Watching other people's pets made me miss my own and the house had sold and Daniel wouldn't participate in choosing a place to move into. He put it all up to me. I was worried he was going to be even worse about the house cleaning than before. He said that when he was working on Uni stuff he needed the office room to his self and what was I going to do in those days or weeks? Just not use my PC ever? It was asking a bit much. He would compare me with thing like his brothers new wife let HIM do that, which is unfair- I didn't know them or have their contact information to start, and maybe they didn't have their studios in the same room, or maybe they didn't mind and neither got arbitrarily booted..... who knows? I said if I was renting 1/2 an apartment I wasn’t going to agree to be locked out of any room and the best compromise would be for us each to have a bedroom and then he doesn’t have to be mad at me for using my own workspace. he disagreed with every idea and suddenly it was like he hated everything. He's scream at me "YOU ARE SO USELESS YOU DON'T DO ANYTHING ANYMORE WHY DON'T YOU JUST KILL YOURSELF LREADY!" I just rolled up like a hedgehog and tried to use my spines from letting the words get to me.
Irukandji Box Jellyfish
I hadn’t had a period in a long time (it has always been really unstable and at my age it sometimes wouldn’t come for months, in fact it was just starting up again after a 9 month hiatus (no, I didn't have a baby at the end of that). My period came back but it was the heaviest I'd ever had. I kept going through the most absorbent kind every couple hours. It was bleeding a LOT. I had to sit on a plastic bag in Daniels moms car as to not make the upholstery (embarrassing) it was blood and blood and blood. nice I must have forgot to flush and Daniel really panicked I think he'd never seem it before (it would be horrible being the only woman in a family of your husband and three boys, she must have gone right out of her way to hide it, who knows. But even for that it WAS a lot, the toilet water was crimson, I was way too burned out and I said I was sorry I must have forgot and nothing was wrong and just flushed it and went back to bed. I was completely tapped out. I couldn’t care about another thing.
Anyway a couple months after that blood tsunami I had some bad cramps but up high inside almost just below my diaphragm but if I was going to draw where there pain was I;d draw it as maybe six inched above the top of my head but inside me. I felt a gross slime come out and when I got up I looked and there was this burgundy coloured thing that if it was all together it would have been a bit smaller than a chicken egg and there were some white bits here and there in it. I flushed and immediately regretted it I should have scooped it up but I was so beaten down I couldn't really care that much. I went back to bed.
Later when I told Daniel he said I was amking it up "for attention",
1) What a weird gross way to get attention
2) Shouldn't you be getting some, if any, attention for your partner that you mmoved half way around the globe for? It woyld be weird to not want attention, but he was intent on ignoring me.
Jumping Spider
After a couple month of this something snapped inside. I couldn’t go home. I couldn’t go forward, not with being treated like this. I didn't know where Daniel went, but I couldn’t stand this greedy cruel Sophia monster that had taken over my kind beautiful Daniel.
Somehow, what she said made sense. I didn't want my doctors to get in trouble so using my prescription was out of the question. I did however have a lot of allergy medicine. I looked up the dose I'd need. It was a lot but I had a lot. I waited till Sophia was going to be gone a while.
If I was thinking straight I wouldn't have done it in the apartment but I was past that.
.
Great White Shark
The amount of stress that was building up was too much for anyone to handle and one ting I didn't know- I was pregnant. I just never seem to know when I am and my body just doesn’t handle it well.
So around October by that time I had been so overwhelmed by the barrage of cruelty (by this time Daniel wouldn't walk beside me on the side walk he would stride ahead faster than I could go and suddenly it was a "habit" and he's always done it and he couldn't break that new habit. If he was going to the store or getting food he would just say he was "going for a walk" and wouldn't pick up anything I needed, but if I'd gone to the store and was unpacking what I got he would bounce over like a little 8 year old kid and go "what did you get me" because he was so used to me buying something to try and lower the tension, it was expected (I winder how his new partner has been handling this kid behaviour- she has two sons in their twenties and I'm sure this kind of thing would piss her the fuck off).
[Sex had become extremely unpleasant. Without going into details he tried to only touch one place on my body and literally nowhere else and it was kind of creepy and I felt lonely. Conversely, when I tried to kiss him he would giggle and kick and squirm like a little kid being tickled and that was gross and it made me feel like a pedo with a little kid. It fucking creeped me out. - Withdrawn from Blog]
So by the end of 2015 I was so depressed I couldn't move. I didn't feel safe getting out of bed because I didn't have enough energy to be treated like a criminal in my own home. I just would lie there in a semi-catatonic state- we didn't go out anymore, not even to the dog park. Watching other people's pets made me miss my own and the house had sold and Daniel wouldn't participate in choosing a place to move into. He put it all up to me. I was worried he was going to be even worse about the house cleaning than before. He said that when he was working on Uni stuff he needed the office room to his self and what was I going to do in those days or weeks? Just not use my PC ever? It was asking a bit much. He would compare me with thing like his brothers new wife let HIM do that, which is unfair- I didn't know them or have their contact information to start, and maybe they didn't have their studios in the same room, or maybe they didn't mind and neither got arbitrarily booted..... who knows? I said if I was renting 1/2 an apartment I wasn’t going to agree to be locked out of any room and the best compromise would be for us each to have a bedroom and then he doesn’t have to be mad at me for using my own workspace. he disagreed with every idea and suddenly it was like he hated everything. He's scream at me "YOU ARE SO USELESS YOU DON'T DO ANYTHING ANYMORE WHY DON'T YOU JUST KILL YOURSELF LREADY!" I just rolled up like a hedgehog and tried to use my spines from letting the words get to me.
Irukandji Box Jellyfish
I hadn’t had a period in a long time (it has always been really unstable and at my age it sometimes wouldn’t come for months, in fact it was just starting up again after a 9 month hiatus (no, I didn't have a baby at the end of that). My period came back but it was the heaviest I'd ever had. I kept going through the most absorbent kind every couple hours. It was bleeding a LOT. I had to sit on a plastic bag in Daniels moms car as to not make the upholstery (embarrassing) it was blood and blood and blood. nice I must have forgot to flush and Daniel really panicked I think he'd never seem it before (it would be horrible being the only woman in a family of your husband and three boys, she must have gone right out of her way to hide it, who knows. But even for that it WAS a lot, the toilet water was crimson, I was way too burned out and I said I was sorry I must have forgot and nothing was wrong and just flushed it and went back to bed. I was completely tapped out. I couldn’t care about another thing.
Anyway a couple months after that blood tsunami I had some bad cramps but up high inside almost just below my diaphragm but if I was going to draw where there pain was I;d draw it as maybe six inched above the top of my head but inside me. I felt a gross slime come out and when I got up I looked and there was this burgundy coloured thing that if it was all together it would have been a bit smaller than a chicken egg and there were some white bits here and there in it. I flushed and immediately regretted it I should have scooped it up but I was so beaten down I couldn't really care that much. I went back to bed.
Later when I told Daniel he said I was amking it up "for attention",
1) What a weird gross way to get attention
2) Shouldn't you be getting some, if any, attention for your partner that you mmoved half way around the globe for? It woyld be weird to not want attention, but he was intent on ignoring me.
Jumping Spider
After a couple month of this something snapped inside. I couldn’t go home. I couldn’t go forward, not with being treated like this. I didn't know where Daniel went, but I couldn’t stand this greedy cruel Sophia monster that had taken over my kind beautiful Daniel.
Somehow, what she said made sense. I didn't want my doctors to get in trouble so using my prescription was out of the question. I did however have a lot of allergy medicine. I looked up the dose I'd need. It was a lot but I had a lot. I waited till Sophia was going to be gone a while.
If I was thinking straight I wouldn't have done it in the apartment but I was past that.
.
I took about 6 anti-nausea pills and
waited a couple hours so they were kicked in and I had two super-size
600 pill bottles of knock-off 25 mg Benadryl, one was about 1/4
empty. I dumped them both in a bowl and started taking small hand
fills of them and swallowing them down. It took a few hours to take
them and sometimes I’d cough them back up and there was that
bitter/blech taste of pills so I had some cola and some breath mints
and I kept going.
According to the thing I read I should have just drifted off to sleep. That didn't happen. My heart started beating very strong- I could clearly see the comforter going up and down with my heartbeat. I felt scared and not at all tired. I was exhausted but the fear kept me up. That went on for about 18 hours and at about 30 hours I was kind of back to "normal" but I was very weak and angry that I was out of pills and it didn't work and I was still fucking alive and I couldn't even get this one thing right.
I called the crisis line and they said if I went to the hospital they would fast track me a social worker and help me find somewhere to live, and I phoned my GP and asked what the best hospital to go to was. So I packed a couple things, enough for a 72 hour crisis watch and got in a cab and went to the hospital.
According to the thing I read I should have just drifted off to sleep. That didn't happen. My heart started beating very strong- I could clearly see the comforter going up and down with my heartbeat. I felt scared and not at all tired. I was exhausted but the fear kept me up. That went on for about 18 hours and at about 30 hours I was kind of back to "normal" but I was very weak and angry that I was out of pills and it didn't work and I was still fucking alive and I couldn't even get this one thing right.
I called the crisis line and they said if I went to the hospital they would fast track me a social worker and help me find somewhere to live, and I phoned my GP and asked what the best hospital to go to was. So I packed a couple things, enough for a 72 hour crisis watch and got in a cab and went to the hospital.