Well, under most cicrcumstances, I should be happy that I won this battle. I am in some ways, but in other ways, I am so upset. The reason I am upset is because of the reason I had to fight the agoraphobia in the first place! I apologize this will be long, so get something to drink, and relax! I want you all to hear my story.
As many of you know, I have a 7 year old son. He is from my ex. Now, my ex and I were married, and actually, are still legally married, but have been separated for almost 4 years. (That is another story, for another day...
) Anyway, my ex doesn't take our son very often, because he has a new girlfriend who my son HATES, and she doesn't like him much either. My ex was mean to my son and neglected my son anytime the 3 of them were together, so my son started to hate this girl. And this girl would laugh at my son when my ex yelled at him. It is a bad situation. So, my son and ex came to the agreemement that when they were together, the girlfriend couldn't be there. So, now, instead of his father taking him every other weekend, and one week day every week...like he was doing...he only takes him every Friday. He takes him on this day because they are in a bowling league together.
Lastnight, like every Friday, my ex picked him up around 6 p.m. and they were off. Well, my son called me complaining that the girlfriend was there, and he was upset. So, I went to the bowling alley...not sure yet where I found that courage, but I found it, and I talked to my son. So, my ex asked me what I was doing up there. I told him that I wanted to check on our son who wasn't sounding too happy. My ex instantly started yelling at me. It was a messy, messy picture. My anxiety was FLARING. I felt very shaky, and I was heading straight for a panic attack. Long story short, I begged him to not fight with me. He yelled in my face in front of our son to "S" his "D". (figure it out.)
With that, I decided that my son was leaving with me, and RIGHT NOW. Plus, I could smell the alcohol on his breath. So, my son and I were holding hands, and my ex came up and grabbed his arm.
My son started crying...and I started screaming..."Let him go." He pulled and pulled, so I put my arms around my sons waste and finally he let go.
My son and I proceeded to the parking lot. Soon after we got out there, who was chasing us? My ex. He came out yelling and screaming at us both. I told him to save his anger for court. He again yelled for me to "S" his "D" in court. LOL. Been there, done that, right? Ha ha.
Anyway, my son was shaken up pretty bad, as was I. We ran to the car, and I peeled off. Somehow I managed to safetly get us home. IT was like my sons happiness overpowered my anxiety, panic AND agoraphobia! I was proud, yet angry at the same time.
Well, when I got home, my bf and I thought of the idea to make a police report. I called the police station and they said yes, with an upcoming divorce, this would be a good idea. Fighting the agoraphobia again, I made my way to the police station. I was there about an hour. I started to panic around 3 different times, but I handled it pretty well.
So, the bottom line is, for reasons that SUCK, I did fight the agoraphobia, and won. Worst thing is, I was totally on the verge of having a great day yesterday! My ex ruined it...cuz my night wasn't so great!
Well, for anyone who stayed with me through this, thank you! I appriciate you reading it. I know it was long, and I apologize for that! I just had to let you guys know all this.
Hope everyone is having a great day!