I don't have the courage to write longer texts anywhere else than in this thread, so here I go.
This is about my marriage. We have been married only 3 years (together we've been 6 years) but I'm already so tired with my husband. No, that's not true, I'm not so tired because of him, but because of his mental illnesses. He has anxiety disorder, panic attacks and some kind of depression, and 'cos of his problems he has forgotten my feelings.
For example today my husband and our daughter spent their day in pre-christmas party whit my mother-in-low, while I was packing moving boxes, cleaning up our old house, carrying those boxes and driving around the town like 50 km. Then I had difficult work things and in addition i have bad cough and I'm stressed and tired.
So, you could think my husband to ask how everything went and how am I feeling? No! He just complained about his diet and how he has no "own time" and how terrible I am when I'm stressed. He didn't ask anything from me, not even once.
I feel so lonely in my marriage. I wish I had a person to tell how my day went when I come home.
.. and still this english writing terrifies me, I'm so sorry for all my misspelling.
This is about my marriage. We have been married only 3 years (together we've been 6 years) but I'm already so tired with my husband. No, that's not true, I'm not so tired because of him, but because of his mental illnesses. He has anxiety disorder, panic attacks and some kind of depression, and 'cos of his problems he has forgotten my feelings.
For example today my husband and our daughter spent their day in pre-christmas party whit my mother-in-low, while I was packing moving boxes, cleaning up our old house, carrying those boxes and driving around the town like 50 km. Then I had difficult work things and in addition i have bad cough and I'm stressed and tired.
So, you could think my husband to ask how everything went and how am I feeling? No! He just complained about his diet and how he has no "own time" and how terrible I am when I'm stressed. He didn't ask anything from me, not even once.
I feel so lonely in my marriage. I wish I had a person to tell how my day went when I come home.
.. and still this english writing terrifies me, I'm so sorry for all my misspelling.
They even lived in a town in America that is actually like a Finnish village. There was a statue of St. Urho, (i guess he was a legend there? the guy with the pitchfork through the grasshopper?) and everyone has a sauna, etc.... and Finnish flatbread
