Regardless, if I want my marriage to succeed, I’ve got to get myself under control.
I really really really really want a coach. I’m pretty sure I know what to do, but I’m not so certain that I know how to do it or have confidence in myself to do it consistently.
Today I had an appointment with my new therapist. I showed, she didn’t. It’s really a pity, because now I don’t know if I want to go back to her because I need someone I can rely on. I’ve got enough self-esteem to know that my time is valuable too! She sounded so good on the phone last week; I’ll give her until tomorrow afternoon to respond to my voice mails and decide from there.
Anyway, without a coach, I’m laden with the responsibility to shape-up on my own (mentally, emotionally, and physically), educate myself on responding to verbal abuse, and practice everything I learn before he comes back home.
Frankly, I’m not sure I can do it all alone. No – I’m not sure I can do it at all.
Related entry: I’m Always Saying Something Stupid.
This entry is one day out of the journal I kept while I was still in the marriage. The whole thing, in order, is the book: My Abusive Marriage . . . and what i’m doing in it. Or read the first pages if you want to see whether it’s for you.
