Wednesday, December 26, 2012

A Long Time Coming...

The title of this post means more than just one thing. Although I am not ready to share details of what has been going on, I did want to write a post addressing it. I apologize in advance if this doesn’t make a lot of sense since I am not sharing details, but I wanted to write what has been on my mind.

So what has been a long time coming? Well, this post for one. After everything that has recently happened, I have been at a loss for words. How am I supposed to blog if my thoughts aren’t even clear? If my head feels so confused. Then you have the recent event. As much as I didn’t know, it has been a long time coming as well. It seems that I was so focused on getting through day to day, that I lost sight of the big picture. Vince has been having a very hard time recently. He is so good at hiding it, that I didn’t even realize what was going on around me. Maybe there were signs and I ignored them.

The Sunday after Thanksgiving, one of my worst fears and nightmares almost came true. I still replay the events of that night and the week that followed in my head over and over. Every detail from the start of that night, through the entire week. As I replay everything in my head, I think I am trying to figure out how I got through it. Of course that answer is clear. Vince’s family. Without them, I would have lost 50 pounds and been a complete mess that week. Words will never express the love I have for them. For helping us through that hard time and for always being there without hesitation.  I didn’t know what to feel at the time and I still don’t. Was I happy that everything turned out okay or was I was feeling sadness, anger, betrayal, and hurt. Quite honestly, I think it was and still is everything combined. Talk about being confused. I have spent the better part of the last 6 or so years making sure nothing bad happens to Vince. He has so many health problems. I just couldn’t handle if anything else happened to him. What if I ever lost him? It would feel like my world would literally stop in its tracks and fall apart. How would I ever move on? I surely couldn’t go home to our house without him, and that has now been proven. He is my partner and my best buddy in everything I do in life. I don’t have a family that supports me and the life I have chosen. I would feel so alone.  I now know that I have his family and can rely on them for support, but it still scares me.

Vince’s medical issues have affected our marriage in so many ways. It has affected us physically and mentally. Add in my anxiety, and it is a recipe for disaster. Some days I just cry. All I can do is cry until there are no tears left. I even get to a point where I forget why I started crying and yet the tears still flow hysterically, sometimes for hours. My very recent cry was about the “normal” marriage I feel that Vince and I have been robbed of. When I say normal, Vince along with our therapist, ask me what I think is normal. I admit. Maybe normal isn’t the right word. But when you think of a marriage, a few distinct things pop into your head and a lot of those things are not a part of our marriage right now. I wouldn’t know how to act if I had a husband that wasn’t diabetic. One who didn’t rely on me to care for him. Once you do something long enough, it becomes natural for you. I don’t feel like I am different. Well, that is until I stop pushing my thoughts and feelings deep down. Eventually, every so often, something happens that makes them come to the surface and I am reminded that we are not normal. We do not have the life we wanted. We don’t have the marriage we both dreamed of. We don’t have children to call our own. To raise and to love. But when I finally calm down and Vince talks me through my tears, it all seems okay. It all gets pushed back down, deep down, until next time. Until the next cry comes. With the recent event, Vince and I are trying to communicate better. I feel we have always had decent communication but I think sometimes, we don’t completely tell the other what is on our mind because we know it will break their heart. I don’t have the heart to tell him what I feel our marriage is lacking. Because I know he is doing what he can. But now, we are trying. We are trying to tell one another what is really bothering us. Because as we have seen recently, holding it in is just going to cause someone to eventually cave.


  1. Sandy,
    I don't need to know the details of "the big event" to understand your despair
    when we marry a diabetic we don't get "normal"
    whatever that is..
    on the other hand, who really knows what a normal life could be
    we become caregivers and loved ones in a totally different context
    yes, we stuff things down in the course of our caregiving -- but its for the best -- right?
    only at some point -- when we are 30, 40, 52, or 68, we crack
    we wonder if it is worth it
    did I give enough care?
    did he love me enough?
    was there really any choice?
    a thousand questions and not a single good answer

    I know Tom's car accident this weekend was sure to happen
    but when it happened, I defend him
    this time -- he is sorry
    this time -- it could have happened to anyone
    my sister thinks I am enabling him to continue being a bad driver
    but its not my job to punish him more than the law or his conscience is doing

    what is my job?
    what is your job?

    there is no single answer for any of us
    its in our hearts
    one day at a time

    good luck
    do your best
    try to take of yourself a bit
    he is important -- but so are you!

    1. Thank you. I read about toms recent accident earlier today. Hopefully these hard times bring better, for both of us. Thank you for your kind words.

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  2. I am amazed you have handled it the way you have for so long. 8 months broke me... so I give you props and kudos for your strength.