pinkpeony

Ah gets home from work, we are standing in the kitchen and he notcies my breathing getting rapid and loud. Asks me what's the matter, why am I starting to get an anxiety attack all of a sudden? Wants to know if its because he didn't bring home dog food.
Really? He thinks I'm having anxiety because he didn't bring home dog food?! I tell him no, thats not why. He says because I didn't bring home kitchen cleaner? Nope. Guess again, Einstein.
He really has no clue its because he just walked in?

Funny he didn't come home with what I said we needed but sure did bring home that 6 pack.

Excuse me while I go try and slow my breathing down.

I don't know how I'm going to make it through living with him until the summer time comes around and I can get out on my own.

maia1234

One day at a time PP. That's all we can do.

I'm impressed that he even noticed that you were struggling breathing. He gets a brownie point for that!!

knowthetriggers

Walking on eggshells...ugh...I hate that. But you are right, he has no clue because he is wrapped up in denial.

Perhaps taking a walk if you can to go clear your head? Or maybe writing out your frustration in a journal.

Stay strong!

marie1960

So sorry pink,

you are not alone friend,


I have been known to take a big deep breath in, and I forget I can actually exhale, and let it all out.

Thinking of you this evening.

Rosalba

When I was still with my alcoholic partner, I used to suffer from permanent indigestion - which magically disappeared once I'd moved out. Whenever I went out on my own I'd feel lighter and brighter with every step which took me away from the house, only to find the feeling of dread returning as I started on the journey home.

I reflected that some of it was being triggered by the house being quite similar to the one we lived in as a child - and was evoking memories of going back into a crazy, chaotic, dangerous household.

It was a little while before I registered: "Actually, not all of this is old stuff!"