I wrote a few days ago about my horrible fight with my husband. I was a monster, an utter complete monster. I don't know who that person was who raged and threw punches and said those terrible things. I have been beating myself up about it for days. My husband and I are not talking, really. Texts here and there, but all of them from him are about how terrible I am and how he is so hurt about my behavior; he wrote a fake police report and sent it to me. I'm not denying his feelings are valid or real--I was awful, and I ruined his birthday. He yelled at me at a restaurant and all I could do was accept his anger. Yet, I am still so angry about his deceptions and lies regarding being transgendered, and I know that after the whole weekend of fun and intimacy, my heart told me that those things are not something that I should count on lasting. I know I shouldn't think about the future negatively; it is a habit I am trying to break, almost a defense mechanism to prepare me for disappointment. I learned to think this way as a child. I spent the last two nights at a hotel alone so that I don't have to be around him and likely have another argument.
Anyway, it turns out that my husband has decided once again to hide some important information from me. He has decided that he doesn't need to go to a gender therapist afterall. Like, he's just all over it now. I, on the other hand, am taking serious measures to never repeat my actions on Monday night. I spoke with an amazing life coach today for 2 1/2 hours and got some peace of mind to forgive myself; I am attending a support group for families of Transgendered people on Sunday; I am going to a mindful meditation class on Tuesday to learn how to relax and be in the moment; I have my regular therapy appointment on Wednesday where I am going to tell her everything I 've done and request analysis of what I might have: Intermittent Explosive Disorder, which is managed and even cured with medication and cognitive therapy. So to find out online that the person who is really the largest contributor to triggering my current insecurities and anger has decided he is just all cured and doesn't need any help only makes me even more disappointed and discouraged that our relationship is not going to work. I seriously doubt his feelings just went away; they didn't the last time he told me he is Transgendered! Am I just supposed to wait until he feels them creeping up again, and be prepared? How is this fair? I am getting healthy for myself first and him second, but we are a family, a team, and like a machine, one part can't be broken for the whole thing to work well. He keeps lying to me. Each time he does, it's another stab through my heart. I know he feels justified and he is justified in his own anger and frustration toward me, but by deciding he doesn't need to explore his feelings and thoughts with a professional for himself is ultimately going to knock out more bricks in our relationship like a Jenga game. And each time I find out he lied, I feel like it is a subconcious attempt to test my mettle and see if I will react poorly. This whole situation is killing us.
It's like the only way I can be kept in the loop about what his happening with him, and thereby us, is by spying. I don't want to live a surreptitious life.