A day in my life- a letter to my spouse- (Long)
Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 3:31 pm
Hello to all~
My wife and I are going through tough times and I thought I would let her know of my thoughts throughout my day. I share this only to let those of you here know you are not the only one going through difficult times (if you are). I am a teacher and have 3 children (boys 22 and 19, daughter 15) I have been married almost 27 years. She has known of my 'gift' for 10 years, and can not wrap her brain around it. I wrote this to help her see how I feel- I hope it helps...
A day in my life...
I wake in the morning and am immediately reminded of my situation. I am alone. How did this happen? Oh yea, I ‘snore’. Well, it lessens the pain when I think that rather than the truth of the matter. I get out of bed and mosey to the shower. I look in the mirror- I still see me- so how could his other person be in there too- I try to ignore things- I can’t.
I step into the shower- what happened to your hairy body- The thought to just let it grow flows rapidly through my mind- and then I am repulsed. I can’t do it- I just can’t. And then a voice says- Do you know how much (my wife) hates this??? I feel a kick to my stomach, but the urge is too powerful. I simply can’t do it- I am powerless....So I shave- and then have a brief feeling of how good it feels- so smooth, so soft- and then reality snaps me back and reminds me of the price I am paying for this feeling of rightness...
I simply can’t leave the bathroom without some powder and a touch of perfume. I hope no one notices, but my mind simply ignores the fact that someone will. What will I say if they say something? I know, it is my wife’s and she got some on me when we hugged and said our goodbyes in the morning. Yea right...
I go to dress, and throw on any t-shirt that’s clean. Same jeans I’ve worn all week...does anyone notice the stain? Screw it- they can last me ‘til Friday...I need to put on socks, for if any student saw me with polish on my toes I would never live it down...though I would, for I am not ashamed. Shame is for people who can do something about it... Then the sandal’s. The perfect shoes for the outfit. I’m ready for my day.
I cautiously walk down to the kitchen wondering what kind of mood you will be in (unless I am already reading the paper). I wait for a good morning to come first- it usually doesn’t. I attempt a light-hearted but sincere ’good morning bun- did you sleep ok ?’ My hope is I am greeted with a loving ‘morning- yea I slept great!’ Thank god- she had a good night-
Some mornings this doesn’t occur. My day is immediately changed. Why do I let her mood affect me so much? Does she know what affect she has on me? Is it because I think she is angry at me again?- Honey I’ve tried to tell you- I can’t help it! I am just trying to live...Was that the reason for her short ’morning’ and ’have a good day’? I don’t know- I never know...
I leave for work- to my own little space. I am able to stay busy enough to keep my ‘issues’ from affecting my work. I do a good job, and the kids respond. I am able to laugh and joke with them. It feels really good to do that with someone...I finish my day , and hurry home as fast as I can. I fear if I don’t get home at a reasonable time, you will think I am doing something I shouldn’t be? Again, I shouldn’t think like this- why do I?? She trusts me? Doesn’t she? Am I making this all up in my mind?
I get home and ‘here we go again’... I walk in hoping for a hug and a ‘how was your day?’....it never comes...what happened? She used to love to hug me...oh yea, that was before- why do I think that this day would be different? It is not her fault... you would be repulsed if it were happening to you I think to myself...I mean I would wouldn’t I?
I am now home- I need to do something to get my mind off things. I need to work out for sure- I need my clothes to fit! You can’t afford to get too big for your clothes- I am already too big...
Wow, this computer program is sure helping to keep me busy. It is so cool- can I be successful with it? It sure would be nice- but for now, just keep working- it is giving you a chance to keep your mind off things. Maybe she’ll be proud of me.
I see (our daughter) at the computer doing her homework. I am so proud of her- and the boys. They are so special. Will they always love me? What does she think of me? Does she suspect anything? Does she even think twice about mom’s 40 pair of panties, while dad never seems to wash his? Is she naive or just ignoring it? She has to know-doesn’t she? Has she ever been curious what are in the drawers in my room? Has she looked? Have the boys? I went through my parents clothes drawers when I was young. Was I the only kid who would do that? Maybe I was...or maybe I wasn’t!
It’s now time I need to think about dinner. What a wake-up call you gave me a few years ago. Why did I wait for you to figure out what we were going to eat? Was it just easier for me? Stupid- thank you for telling me that. I love to cook for you, and I love hearing that you like what I’ve cooked. Thank you for doing all the shopping, and unless you mind doing it, I will let you keep doing it. (and the laundry for that matter!) Also, I want you to know how much I appreciate your cooking. You are an awesome cook.
Dinner’s now over- do I need to drive to soccer? What’s the plan? Just let me know- I want to do my part. Oh, you’re going out for drinks with the girls? No problem. Have a good time. You deserve relaxing down time away from the stress I cause you. If it helps you- do it as often as you can-I mean it.
I go back to work on the computer. Did I make any progress? I can’t waste days- Time is so important. I need to make goals- I need this to work! I pick off a few stray hairs sticking out of the back of my hands-gross! I am careful not to do it in front of you. I try so hard to do this when you’re not around. When you catch me, I feel the foot going to my stomach...
After a couple hours you make it home. I can tell you’ve had a good time. I say I need to go to bed so I offer a goodnight. Will you offer a hug tonight? No...(me) if you want a hug, you must initiate it. Don’t expect a kiss though- god that kills me- but I understand. At least I am trying to understand. It is so hard...am I passing or flunking this test God?
I go to bed and contemplate the day that was, and what is to follow. We were so happy. Looking back I should have never told you. At least one of us would be happy. Could I have lived that secret? I doubt it. Not many like me can. In fact, I know of no one. Could I have been the first? How I wish I could have been. Too late now- cat’s out of the bag. What will tomorrow bring?
I put on a nightgown- at least I can do this without guilt- and I do appreciate that part of us sleeping apart- but it’s the only thing (besides the hope that you do sleep better by yourself). I am at peace with me. I have realized I can not control how others think of me. I am concerned, but I am powerless to do anything. All I can do is accept what is and accept how they will treat me. They know no different- there was no one ahead of me to educate them. I am it! I can only hope that the foundation I have with people is strong enough to have them know I love them. I do not have a rosy outlook for this, but for some reason, I was supposed to go through this. As I pray for answers, the only thing I get is ‘everything is as it should be.’ You will make it through this. You are loved. Your love of self will be your greatest reward.
I fall asleep, knowing that I will go through it all again tomorrow. Am I getting stronger because of it? Am I a better person because of it? Will others learn from me because of it? Will they become better people because of it? That is my hope- that would make sense to me even if everything else doesn’t...
Goodnight my love, I hope to see you in my dreams...I love you
My wife and I are going through tough times and I thought I would let her know of my thoughts throughout my day. I share this only to let those of you here know you are not the only one going through difficult times (if you are). I am a teacher and have 3 children (boys 22 and 19, daughter 15) I have been married almost 27 years. She has known of my 'gift' for 10 years, and can not wrap her brain around it. I wrote this to help her see how I feel- I hope it helps...
A day in my life...
I wake in the morning and am immediately reminded of my situation. I am alone. How did this happen? Oh yea, I ‘snore’. Well, it lessens the pain when I think that rather than the truth of the matter. I get out of bed and mosey to the shower. I look in the mirror- I still see me- so how could his other person be in there too- I try to ignore things- I can’t.
I step into the shower- what happened to your hairy body- The thought to just let it grow flows rapidly through my mind- and then I am repulsed. I can’t do it- I just can’t. And then a voice says- Do you know how much (my wife) hates this??? I feel a kick to my stomach, but the urge is too powerful. I simply can’t do it- I am powerless....So I shave- and then have a brief feeling of how good it feels- so smooth, so soft- and then reality snaps me back and reminds me of the price I am paying for this feeling of rightness...
I simply can’t leave the bathroom without some powder and a touch of perfume. I hope no one notices, but my mind simply ignores the fact that someone will. What will I say if they say something? I know, it is my wife’s and she got some on me when we hugged and said our goodbyes in the morning. Yea right...
I go to dress, and throw on any t-shirt that’s clean. Same jeans I’ve worn all week...does anyone notice the stain? Screw it- they can last me ‘til Friday...I need to put on socks, for if any student saw me with polish on my toes I would never live it down...though I would, for I am not ashamed. Shame is for people who can do something about it... Then the sandal’s. The perfect shoes for the outfit. I’m ready for my day.
I cautiously walk down to the kitchen wondering what kind of mood you will be in (unless I am already reading the paper). I wait for a good morning to come first- it usually doesn’t. I attempt a light-hearted but sincere ’good morning bun- did you sleep ok ?’ My hope is I am greeted with a loving ‘morning- yea I slept great!’ Thank god- she had a good night-
Some mornings this doesn’t occur. My day is immediately changed. Why do I let her mood affect me so much? Does she know what affect she has on me? Is it because I think she is angry at me again?- Honey I’ve tried to tell you- I can’t help it! I am just trying to live...Was that the reason for her short ’morning’ and ’have a good day’? I don’t know- I never know...
I leave for work- to my own little space. I am able to stay busy enough to keep my ‘issues’ from affecting my work. I do a good job, and the kids respond. I am able to laugh and joke with them. It feels really good to do that with someone...I finish my day , and hurry home as fast as I can. I fear if I don’t get home at a reasonable time, you will think I am doing something I shouldn’t be? Again, I shouldn’t think like this- why do I?? She trusts me? Doesn’t she? Am I making this all up in my mind?
I get home and ‘here we go again’... I walk in hoping for a hug and a ‘how was your day?’....it never comes...what happened? She used to love to hug me...oh yea, that was before- why do I think that this day would be different? It is not her fault... you would be repulsed if it were happening to you I think to myself...I mean I would wouldn’t I?
I am now home- I need to do something to get my mind off things. I need to work out for sure- I need my clothes to fit! You can’t afford to get too big for your clothes- I am already too big...
Wow, this computer program is sure helping to keep me busy. It is so cool- can I be successful with it? It sure would be nice- but for now, just keep working- it is giving you a chance to keep your mind off things. Maybe she’ll be proud of me.
I see (our daughter) at the computer doing her homework. I am so proud of her- and the boys. They are so special. Will they always love me? What does she think of me? Does she suspect anything? Does she even think twice about mom’s 40 pair of panties, while dad never seems to wash his? Is she naive or just ignoring it? She has to know-doesn’t she? Has she ever been curious what are in the drawers in my room? Has she looked? Have the boys? I went through my parents clothes drawers when I was young. Was I the only kid who would do that? Maybe I was...or maybe I wasn’t!
It’s now time I need to think about dinner. What a wake-up call you gave me a few years ago. Why did I wait for you to figure out what we were going to eat? Was it just easier for me? Stupid- thank you for telling me that. I love to cook for you, and I love hearing that you like what I’ve cooked. Thank you for doing all the shopping, and unless you mind doing it, I will let you keep doing it. (and the laundry for that matter!) Also, I want you to know how much I appreciate your cooking. You are an awesome cook.
Dinner’s now over- do I need to drive to soccer? What’s the plan? Just let me know- I want to do my part. Oh, you’re going out for drinks with the girls? No problem. Have a good time. You deserve relaxing down time away from the stress I cause you. If it helps you- do it as often as you can-I mean it.
I go back to work on the computer. Did I make any progress? I can’t waste days- Time is so important. I need to make goals- I need this to work! I pick off a few stray hairs sticking out of the back of my hands-gross! I am careful not to do it in front of you. I try so hard to do this when you’re not around. When you catch me, I feel the foot going to my stomach...
After a couple hours you make it home. I can tell you’ve had a good time. I say I need to go to bed so I offer a goodnight. Will you offer a hug tonight? No...(me) if you want a hug, you must initiate it. Don’t expect a kiss though- god that kills me- but I understand. At least I am trying to understand. It is so hard...am I passing or flunking this test God?
I go to bed and contemplate the day that was, and what is to follow. We were so happy. Looking back I should have never told you. At least one of us would be happy. Could I have lived that secret? I doubt it. Not many like me can. In fact, I know of no one. Could I have been the first? How I wish I could have been. Too late now- cat’s out of the bag. What will tomorrow bring?
I put on a nightgown- at least I can do this without guilt- and I do appreciate that part of us sleeping apart- but it’s the only thing (besides the hope that you do sleep better by yourself). I am at peace with me. I have realized I can not control how others think of me. I am concerned, but I am powerless to do anything. All I can do is accept what is and accept how they will treat me. They know no different- there was no one ahead of me to educate them. I am it! I can only hope that the foundation I have with people is strong enough to have them know I love them. I do not have a rosy outlook for this, but for some reason, I was supposed to go through this. As I pray for answers, the only thing I get is ‘everything is as it should be.’ You will make it through this. You are loved. Your love of self will be your greatest reward.
I fall asleep, knowing that I will go through it all again tomorrow. Am I getting stronger because of it? Am I a better person because of it? Will others learn from me because of it? Will they become better people because of it? That is my hope- that would make sense to me even if everything else doesn’t...
Goodnight my love, I hope to see you in my dreams...I love you