Hypochondriacs and Control-freaks
Frustration at it's peak
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Talk about frustrating! My fiance, who, mind you, might not be soon, is such a hypochondriac. He went this morning to DES, but had no way to get home, so he faked having chest pains. Well, now, they kept him in the hospital. I hate it whenever he's in the hospital because he thinks he's king crap. If I don't do what he says, he gets all huffy. He's called like 5 times in the last 2 hours. Then claimed I had an attitude. Geez, I mean, c'mon, stop calling me so many times.
He just calls .....just because. I think he does it to make sure that I'm not cheating on him, which he's accused me of so many times. It's not my fault he put himself in the hospital. He's a control-freak. I believe in the Bible, and it says that a woman is to be submissive to a man. Well, his idea of submission means slave. The last time he had 'chest pains', his blood pressure was 90/60. Good greif. There's nothing wrong with him. Yes, he's had (so he says) 3 heart attacks....but it's to the point that it's annoying.
Most of the time, when he's in the hospital, we argue. That's one reason I don't go with him. I can't stand it. 'It's MY bed,' he always tells me. Well, fine, have it. I'll just stay home and have peace and quiet. Well, no, it's never quiet because the phone rings off the wall because he's continually calling. I told him not to call me late tonight. I don't care if hes bored, it's NOT my problem. I will be in a deep sleep, and I don't want to be bothered staying up sitting on the phone not saying anything. I mean, there's only so much you can talk about. Besides, being an insomniac, I have to keep my nightly ritual of going to bed at the same time. Otherwise, it screws my body up. Obviously, that's why I have a prescription for sleeping pills.
He's disgustingly sweet to the nurses, but to me he's a jerk. One time, when he was in the hospital, I walked all the way there just to be with him. Seeing as we don't have a car, it took me like an hour to get there. Now, doesn't that show that I care? Anyway, the first thing that came out of his mouth was, "What are you doing here?". I didn't say a word, I turned around and walked all the way back home. There was no "Hi, I'm glad to see you," or anything like that. I thought that was so rude. Here, I walked, getting blisters on my feet, in the heat of the day, just to see him. And that's what I got when I got there.
We have two wonderful cats. They're both Tabbies. One is an orange Tabby. His name is Spaz. His brother is a calico Tabby, who's name is Wolverine. I've noticed today, that while Tommy's not here, they're out in the open. Most of the time he's around all day, and they hide. They're afraid of him because he treats them just as horrilbly as he treats me. Seems funny that they're stretched out on the bed, comfortable, not someplace safe and hidden. One night, recently, I was petting Spaz, and he took him away from me. I don't know what he did exactly, but it was something Spaz didn't like, so he scratched him. Next thing I knew, Spaz was being flung against the wall. I know he got his leg hurt in the process. I mean, what kind of man could just throw a precious animal like that against the wall? I'm beginning to think it's someone I really don't want to be with. Those cats are very well behaved animals. Why do such a thing?
I feel like the cats do today. Freedom from HIM. It's quiet and not tense, except when he calls me. I get to do things that I enjoy without him lurking about, telling me how to do it. For instance, I have an online diary that I've kept for almost two years. He'll lurk behind me and tell me what to write. Or if I'm sending an email to someone, he's telling me what to write to them. So, basically I don't get on the computer because it annoys me that he does that.
We had gotten two computers cheap....now the 2nd one was supposed to be one that I could use for purposes such as this, as I like to write. This is how controlling he is. Instead of letting me have the computer, he took it all apart, and combined them into one. This was so that I couldn't have one. He likes to dominate the computer, being on it for hours at a time. I'm allowed maybe an hour or two, at the most. I never do what I want on it, because, as I said, he lurks behind me watching me.
I have to be honest, when he left this morning, I knew he was going to fake chest pain to get a ride to the hospital so he could get a ride home.....deep inside I was hoping that they'd keep him. My wish came true. That's an awful thought, though, wishing someone would be gone. But, when you live with a controlling man, you cherish the times he's not home. And with someone like Tommy who doesn't work, those times alone are few and far between. He wants me right there with him...all the time. He actually wanted me to go with him this morning, but it was so early....5 AM. I was awake when he was up....he turned on the light...I think he tried to wake me up on purpose. But, I laid there and pretended to be asleep because I didn't want to go. I was glad to be all alone.
I have maybe an hour before the other thing arrives home.....Ron. I hope that he just leaves me alone. He jibber jabbers about nothing most of the time...or he's trying to make himself look like he's great. I hope he does the same thing he does every night....goes out, sits in his chair and drinks. I don't want to be bothered. And if he tries anything.....911 will be dialed. I don't particularily care to listen to his garbage either. The last time Tommy went to the hospital, he kept me up until 11 pm, jibber jabbering about nothing. It screwed my system up and I was up half the night. So, no, I don't want to be bothered. He gives me the creeps, also. Now that I'm alone, and Tommy's not going to be home, I am skeptical about this. I am very uncomfortable around Ron, and ugh, I'm going to be alone with him. I have no place to go either. And the bad thing is, I know he has this thing for me. It's obvious. And, yuck, if he were the last man on earth I wouldn't do a thing with him.
Controlling men are the most difficult men to live with....especially when you're a woman. I've tried to deal with it....but after this afternoon, I think I'm done. I didn't have an attitude....I just was getting annoyed with him calling me all the time. I don't think he'd like it If I constantly called him. He's checking up on me, and it's grating on my nerves. I know men who hate it when a woman constantly calls them. It's the same here, but it's the other way around...the man continually calling. Oh, I bet while I've been online, he's tried calling. And when I don't answer, it gets him mad. But, c'mon, let me be. Like I said, he put himself in the hospital by faking it.....now he's got to live with being bored. Pity.
I'm just venting. I have bottled this up for so long. Now that I can express my feelings, without him lurking, it's all bubbling over and coming out. But, it's the truth. A controlling man makes a woman meek. She's afraid to do anything wrong. Most of the time, she's trying to plan how to get away. I don't have money, so I'm stuck. If I had money, I wouldn't be in this perdicament. I have realized today, just how caged in I am. I have no freedom to be me. It's been awhile since he's not been around. And this is the first time I'm actually cherishing this time alone. Before I fretted over him....but he faked it today, and now he's got to live with being stuck in that hospital (which is an hour away) by himself. I'm not about to go that far to see him for a few minutes. It's not worth it....and sadly enough, he's not worth it anymore.
He just calls .....just because. I think he does it to make sure that I'm not cheating on him, which he's accused me of so many times. It's not my fault he put himself in the hospital. He's a control-freak. I believe in the Bible, and it says that a woman is to be submissive to a man. Well, his idea of submission means slave. The last time he had 'chest pains', his blood pressure was 90/60. Good greif. There's nothing wrong with him. Yes, he's had (so he says) 3 heart attacks....but it's to the point that it's annoying.
Most of the time, when he's in the hospital, we argue. That's one reason I don't go with him. I can't stand it. 'It's MY bed,' he always tells me. Well, fine, have it. I'll just stay home and have peace and quiet. Well, no, it's never quiet because the phone rings off the wall because he's continually calling. I told him not to call me late tonight. I don't care if hes bored, it's NOT my problem. I will be in a deep sleep, and I don't want to be bothered staying up sitting on the phone not saying anything. I mean, there's only so much you can talk about. Besides, being an insomniac, I have to keep my nightly ritual of going to bed at the same time. Otherwise, it screws my body up. Obviously, that's why I have a prescription for sleeping pills.
He's disgustingly sweet to the nurses, but to me he's a jerk. One time, when he was in the hospital, I walked all the way there just to be with him. Seeing as we don't have a car, it took me like an hour to get there. Now, doesn't that show that I care? Anyway, the first thing that came out of his mouth was, "What are you doing here?". I didn't say a word, I turned around and walked all the way back home. There was no "Hi, I'm glad to see you," or anything like that. I thought that was so rude. Here, I walked, getting blisters on my feet, in the heat of the day, just to see him. And that's what I got when I got there.
We have two wonderful cats. They're both Tabbies. One is an orange Tabby. His name is Spaz. His brother is a calico Tabby, who's name is Wolverine. I've noticed today, that while Tommy's not here, they're out in the open. Most of the time he's around all day, and they hide. They're afraid of him because he treats them just as horrilbly as he treats me. Seems funny that they're stretched out on the bed, comfortable, not someplace safe and hidden. One night, recently, I was petting Spaz, and he took him away from me. I don't know what he did exactly, but it was something Spaz didn't like, so he scratched him. Next thing I knew, Spaz was being flung against the wall. I know he got his leg hurt in the process. I mean, what kind of man could just throw a precious animal like that against the wall? I'm beginning to think it's someone I really don't want to be with. Those cats are very well behaved animals. Why do such a thing?
I feel like the cats do today. Freedom from HIM. It's quiet and not tense, except when he calls me. I get to do things that I enjoy without him lurking about, telling me how to do it. For instance, I have an online diary that I've kept for almost two years. He'll lurk behind me and tell me what to write. Or if I'm sending an email to someone, he's telling me what to write to them. So, basically I don't get on the computer because it annoys me that he does that.
We had gotten two computers cheap....now the 2nd one was supposed to be one that I could use for purposes such as this, as I like to write. This is how controlling he is. Instead of letting me have the computer, he took it all apart, and combined them into one. This was so that I couldn't have one. He likes to dominate the computer, being on it for hours at a time. I'm allowed maybe an hour or two, at the most. I never do what I want on it, because, as I said, he lurks behind me watching me.
I have to be honest, when he left this morning, I knew he was going to fake chest pain to get a ride to the hospital so he could get a ride home.....deep inside I was hoping that they'd keep him. My wish came true. That's an awful thought, though, wishing someone would be gone. But, when you live with a controlling man, you cherish the times he's not home. And with someone like Tommy who doesn't work, those times alone are few and far between. He wants me right there with him...all the time. He actually wanted me to go with him this morning, but it was so early....5 AM. I was awake when he was up....he turned on the light...I think he tried to wake me up on purpose. But, I laid there and pretended to be asleep because I didn't want to go. I was glad to be all alone.
I have maybe an hour before the other thing arrives home.....Ron. I hope that he just leaves me alone. He jibber jabbers about nothing most of the time...or he's trying to make himself look like he's great. I hope he does the same thing he does every night....goes out, sits in his chair and drinks. I don't want to be bothered. And if he tries anything.....911 will be dialed. I don't particularily care to listen to his garbage either. The last time Tommy went to the hospital, he kept me up until 11 pm, jibber jabbering about nothing. It screwed my system up and I was up half the night. So, no, I don't want to be bothered. He gives me the creeps, also. Now that I'm alone, and Tommy's not going to be home, I am skeptical about this. I am very uncomfortable around Ron, and ugh, I'm going to be alone with him. I have no place to go either. And the bad thing is, I know he has this thing for me. It's obvious. And, yuck, if he were the last man on earth I wouldn't do a thing with him.
Controlling men are the most difficult men to live with....especially when you're a woman. I've tried to deal with it....but after this afternoon, I think I'm done. I didn't have an attitude....I just was getting annoyed with him calling me all the time. I don't think he'd like it If I constantly called him. He's checking up on me, and it's grating on my nerves. I know men who hate it when a woman constantly calls them. It's the same here, but it's the other way around...the man continually calling. Oh, I bet while I've been online, he's tried calling. And when I don't answer, it gets him mad. But, c'mon, let me be. Like I said, he put himself in the hospital by faking it.....now he's got to live with being bored. Pity.
I'm just venting. I have bottled this up for so long. Now that I can express my feelings, without him lurking, it's all bubbling over and coming out. But, it's the truth. A controlling man makes a woman meek. She's afraid to do anything wrong. Most of the time, she's trying to plan how to get away. I don't have money, so I'm stuck. If I had money, I wouldn't be in this perdicament. I have realized today, just how caged in I am. I have no freedom to be me. It's been awhile since he's not been around. And this is the first time I'm actually cherishing this time alone. Before I fretted over him....but he faked it today, and now he's got to live with being stuck in that hospital (which is an hour away) by himself. I'm not about to go that far to see him for a few minutes. It's not worth it....and sadly enough, he's not worth it anymore.
