Last night I was scared. I had the lights off; the halls were dark and I couldn’t see. Usually my husband is there, but he was working. I just kept thinking about how much I wanted to curl into his arms and sleep – it’s where I feel the most safe.
When I woke up, he was there next to me, asleep. I just rubbed his shoulder for a few minutes before I decided it was time to get up and start getting my day going. When the bed shifted, he woke up, asked me the standard “how are you,” “how was work” questions. He could see I was still depressed and detached from our conversation the other day, which spiraled into yet another conversation about my inability to be intimate with him and my shutting down. This spawned a whole other line of conversation about how he’s spent 10 years waiting for things to get better and nothing’s changed; now we’re older and he physically feels himself changing which has him upset because his youth was wasted waiting for me to screw my head on straight.
I admit: I shut down. I get depressed. I withdraw into myself and attempt to “fix” the problem alone. I see now how well that’s been working. But my question is to myself is “now what?”
Now what do you do? Withdrawing doesn’t work but it’s automatic. Being depressed doesn’t help but it’s automatic. Being angry doesn’t help but it’s automatic. What else do I have? Be open, honest, and vulnerable?
I am terrified. After 10 years, you’d think I’d have let my own spouse in. I thought I had. It was a smoke screen I put up to fool everyone – including myself.
I don’t want to lose my husband. But I don’t know how to let anyone in. It used to be safer with everyone out there, but now it’s becoming just as dangerous.