CandyApples wrote:Turns out, most of whatever it was I was feeling, was--- I just missed my dad. I guess denying over and over and over and over him being gone just builds, and then I paint it onto my husband....so when I need a hug or a kind word and HE doesn't do that, I don't think its totally because I was needing it from "him " as my hubby alone...
Oh CandyApples, I can really feel this. I miss my dad, too. I look at family photos he took and know how much he loved me.
Husband and I are in the opposite space to you and yours, which is how I identified the irritation of being pursued by a partner seeking reassurance. He and I both have attachment trauma but we experience it differently.
This may also be the case in your marriage.I worry if I meet ppl in those hobbies, would I grow emotionally attached?
I don't think you would. Again like my husband, you rarely find connection. It's threatening to you, as you're well aware.
I find connection very easily but probably with a false front. I have friends up and down the east coast of Australia as well as friends here in Reading and the aforementioned bestie in Wiltshire.
Each of these friends brings out different characteristics in me. With a couple of them I speak Spanish.
A long-ago enemy spat at me: "You're not a writer, you're an
actress."I often remember that. Kudos, well-spotted! I was a latecomer to the internet and felt intimidated at the idea of exposing myself to people all over the world. At the time I worked (night shifts) on a daily newspaper, and the day came when I wanted to have my say on a big issue for the area.
The newspaper had published letters with my real name on before, but I was going against the trend of the debate and was fainthearted about it. When I got up mid-afternoon I told the husband my name was now Leah Southey. He didn't bat an eyelid. I created an email account for Leah and sent my Letter to the Editor.
Turned out I was the Editor that night. The page had been made up by a downtable sub and there was my letter in poll position with an appropriate picture from the files. But wait up,
it had my suburb on it and I knew I hadn't declared that, in the interests of not having bricks thrown through our front windows. Eeek, someone at work had recognised my style.
As always the husband was up and wanting to talk when I got home. Among other things he'd had a landline phone call, someone asking for Leah Southey. I'd forgotten a phone number had to be declared but not for publication. He'd told the unknown caller I was out, named our suburb on request, and all was well; Leah had been launched. Heck, almost a decade ago I signed up here as Leah! She was definitely the Ugly Australian when she wrote the second post on this thread.
viewtopic.php?p=673933All his friends literally come over and just are glued to him like no hi, or anything like that. No acknowledgement really...
He wanted me to pal around w my sis in law but we saw how that turned out...
Yep, I can see why lockdown works for you. It works for me, too.
Apologies for getting the kiddo's gender wrong. How old is she?
Don't know why I got the impression you had a toddler son.
If you do not give right attention to the one you love, it is a kind of killing. ~ Thich Nhat Hanh
I get the point you're making here, but if your husband was once more demonstrative towards you something has gone wrong. At a wild guess, you cared a whole lot more for your dad (as I did and do) and
that primary relationship was enough for you. IOW, you weren't making demands on your husband that he considers excessive, but without your anchor you're panicking.
I get it, from his pov. As an illustration of this, My Own has 'needed' me three times during the writing of this post, and he absolutely insists I spend time with him at 11:00 our time. That's now, so apologies for any mistooks; I can't do a read-through.