It's been a little while since I have posted an update about me and my situation. So, here it is.
I have started taking Suboxone, which a lot of you know from my last post. It seems to be helping, but there are some pretty crappy side-effects that I am trying to get used to. They aren't a huge deal, and they will go away, but I really just want them to go away RIGHT NOW! LOL. Anyways.
We had to take my son to the ER yesterday. He has Croup (sp?). So, he is on a steroid for the next five days. Poor little guy. He already seems to be feeling a little better. I hate when my son is sick. I feel really helpless when he is sick, because there really isn't a whole lot I can do for him. But, I do my best.
My hubby is kinda getting on my nerves. He has been really bossy recently and easily irritated and stuff. I don't know if it is because he was forced to quit his job or what. He won't really talk to me. All he does is complain about how he feels like crap. But he won't elaborate on that, and he refuses to go to the doctor. I wish he would stop complaining and just go and see his doctor. It's driving me crazy. Are all men this frustrating at times? One night, I don't know what his problem was, but he got up with our son in the middle of the night one night, and he was getting him a sippy cup. By this time, I was awake. And I saw that Alex wouldn't take his cup, and he just kept crying. Bobby got so frustrated that he slammed the cup into the crib. It could have hit Alex, but he swears that it wasn't even near him. (Umm...HELLO! I was standing right there and saw the whole thing!) Anyways. I took care of Alex, and I ended up sleeping on the couch that night. One, cause I didn't know if Bobby would snap some more, and two, I wanted to be able to get up more quickly and easily if Alex woke up again. Any time I try to talk to my hubby, he just says that he is fine. He is driving me crazy. I kind of feel like everything has to be his way or no way at all. I feel like I don't really have a say in anything. Anytime I say something, he thinks I am wrong and he is right. He is even controlling about driving. Whenever we go out together, he has to drive. If I ask to drive, he gets all sulky and stuff. Sometimes my husband's road rage is scary. I mean, I get road rage too, but I don't react nearly as badly as Bobby does.
Sorry this is so long. I'll stop for now. I could use advice and encouragment please.
Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind. Dr. Seuss