xhz700 -
DO NOT make the mistake of looking at this as a one-off mistake in a life filled with authenticity.
If anything, I think my issues are of the opposite variety - I'm still trying to figure out where any authenticity is, in me. It's hard because I feel detached from myself, a lot of the time. I think it's probably another defense mechanism, to separate myself from having to "own" undesirable traits. Unfortunately, it separates me from my strengths as well, and leaves me feeling very disconnected. I suspect the news about my dad is contributing, since I still feel very numb about that, too.
TimelessLoss - This is great perspective, and you are right about the discrepancies. I need to pin down the specifics of those three versions of myself, so I can work to align them more closely. Thank you for the thought-provoking response.
GoldenR - You may be right about him not letting me know he's triggering. I don't think he would lie to me about it, but I don't think he would bring it up without being asked. I messed up today, in that I wasn't as communicative as I should have been (I'll go into more detail on this, below), but he said it "just" made him feel dismissive - like I wasn't trying, so he wasn't going to care.
ISurvivedSoFar - Thank you. I am trying to look at this as an opportunity, though admittedly I often find that hard to do when I am alone with my thoughts. I really am trying to change my actions, but I take the setbacks really hard. I need to keep reminding myself that the purpose of the change is not for BH to see it. Instead, the hope is that the behavior contributes to the re-programming of my brain so that it then functions in a healthy, well-adjusted way. I still hate when BH doesn't see it, though. That has proven to be difficult to change.
I hate the idea that there is still wayward thinking in my head, and I know there is. I'm sure I don't even recognize it, much of the time. I want so badly to get/be better, but I sometimes feel like "wanting" and even "trying" aren't necessarily enough. I am terrified that I might just be like this, forever, no matter how hard I try or how much I want otherwise.
I suspect BH is probably concerned with the same thoughts...
SorrowfulMoon - You're absolutely right. I let my guard down today (even after responding to GoldenR this morning!), and it's disappointed BH greatly. He's upset with me, and as a result has distanced himself, which is always difficult to come back from. I'm really irritated with myself for being so careless. I knew better.
1) I am sincere. I have no interest in AP, or anything A-related. I'm so horrified that I am having a hard time reconciling that I ever did those things, let alone so recently. I wish I could reject them as reality entirely, and have absolutely no interest in sinking back to that level.
2) It is incredibly sad what I did to him - it saddens me every day. We had so much, and it's all evaporated because of me and my baggage. I hate it. But I am coming to realize that the reasons were real. They were not even close to justifications, but there were very real issues that would have shown themselves one way or another, eventually. I was missing some key elements to being a successful well-adjusted adult, and unfortunately would not have discovered those pieces were missing until I was pushed to a breaking point. How I would have chosen to deal with the internal crisis may have been different, but I have no doubt that they all end in a destruction of the life I had, the life BH had, and the one we had together. The sad fact is that I was a timebomb.
In regards to my father - BH is being as supportive as he can be, I suppose. He feels awkward when he is supposed to express emotions verbally or physically, so I wouldn't have expected a ton from him, even in the best of days. When things like this have come up in the past, he'd ask a lot of questions, and hold me when I cried. Now, he's just asking the questions, and asking me to pass on well wishes. It's compassionate, but there's a distance to it.
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Update: First, my dad. He has a heart condition (a pretty serious case of mitral valve regurgitation), which is going to require open heart surgery. He isn't in the best of health, so surgery of this magnitude has real risks. In addition, he's concerned about the impact if something were to happen to him, so he is preemptively trying to sell the business he owns before he goes under the knife. He is too young to retire (both age-wise as well as finance-wise), but he is 60 years old and has been self-employed for over 20 years - finding other employment will be challenging. He also lives for his work, so I'm really concerned that he could fall into depression if he can't find anything to do. On the other hand, I could see him putting off the surgery if he can't find a buyer, and that would be putting his life at risk. It's all really scary. He told my siblings back in July, but had not told me because he didn't want to "burden me". Talk about guilt...
Now, me. I was so good the last two days, and most of today. But once again I was stupidly thoughtless and once again I'm kicking myself. Last night, when I talked to BH, I told him what the plan was for today - I was going to a 2nd birthday party for a friend's child, and then I was going to help her prepare for a baby shower that she is throwing for another friend tomorrow. After that, I was going to go shopping with my mom for a baby shower gift. I went to the party, but then plans changed and instead of going back to my friend's place to prep decorations, she was going to come over to my parents' place later. Ok, no problem - I let BH know about the change, and I went home. When my mom and I went shopping, I let BH know where we were going, even the couple of last-minute stops we made for gas and the like. But...I forgot to tell him when we left the last one to go home. We only stayed in the last store for maybe 10 minutes, and I told him when we went in so you'd think I'd remember to tell him when we left, but no.
But it gets worse. So, we go home and I'm getting some things ready for the party tomorrow. My friend shows up with her daughter, a few hours later. 2.5 hours after I got home and about 15 minutes after my friend arrived, BH texts me saying "must be some trip to the store". I don't hear my phone, so I don't respond until 90 minutes later, when I finally check it and see that he messaged me.
BH and I talked about it, tonight, and he said not hearing back from me it wasn't that his stomach was in knots or anything. He saw the GPS on my phone, and knew that I was home. But what it did do was tell him I wasn't invested. That I didn't really care. I'm supposed to tell him when I'm going (and leaving) anywhere, and I'm supposed to have my phone within my line of sight at all times. I didn't do either of those things (I had my phone in the other room, charging). I feel awful. I was specifically worrying about this very thing earlier this morning, and even that didn't make a difference.
I'd love to be able to blame it on being preoccupied about my dad, or absent-minded because sleep and jet lag issues, but the truth of the matter is that I was simply thoughtless and careless. Again.