Let's review first, my life in general, for the moment:
- My job is going down the drains.
- My bills are piling up.
- My family is falling apart.
- My marriage is falling apart.
It's no wonder I just want to sit here and cry right now. But, if you believe it, those are not the direct reasons. My night got worse. It's funny, it was starting to go better, interestingly enough, because I had time to talk to my dad and vent. I was feeling better. Then I made a stupid mistake that was my own fault. I answered the phone when my BIL called, thinking it would be some minimal thing. He's not really been on anybody's shit list up until this point. Now he's on mine and I want nothing to do with him.
Basically he called my phone because he didn't want to call his brother's phone and wake him, but he wanted to get a message to him. Does he realize we're married and that means we sleep in the same room? He wanted me to tell his brother to call him tomorrow before 2pm when he has to work. He wants to have a talk with his brother, ALONE. He was very adamant about the 'alone' part. You see, apparently, my BIL had a drunken conversation with their father tonight.
Now he wants to talk to my husband about whatever it was he found out tonight. I'm not bothering with details, they don't matter, to me, to you, to anybody but them. I was also told in a very nasty, cold hearted way that 'No offense, you know we love you, but you have to understand that you aren't to be involved with the farm at all. This needs to be just me and my family.' Further, I was told that if I didn't like it 'I could go fuck off and die for all he cared.' Isn't that pleasant?
So there we have it. I can either choose a life in which I have to quietly accept that my husband and his family have a farm where I'm not welcome and to stay completely out of it .... or I can leave him and in the process rip my own heart out. I know myself well enough to know that I wouldn't be able to be that quiet wife who stayed out of it. I couldn't. My husband couldn't come talk to me about anything involving the farm because I would get too upset since I can't do anything. I read in an earlier post from Psych a thing from Colin Powell I believe, and in it it said something along the lines of 'Don't talk to people about a situation if they have nothing to contribute in a positive way.' I would have nothing to contribute at all, because I'm not wanted. So we just may as well not talk.
I know how much of his time that farm would take up. I can't accept trying to start a family and the father not being there. I can't accept being in a marriage where I'm not welcome on the other half of it. No offense? Who was he kidding? I feel like throwing up right now. It's no wonder I lost 3.6 lbs this past week, I haven't been able to eat right. Too much stress. I can't take this anymore.
So I guess tomorrow while I'm fiddling around at work I'll be looking for some organizations that might be able to take my horse. Someplace I know she'll be safe and I can have peace of mind. That's the first step in this, because tonight already surely proved that I can't speak with my husband about it. I can't speak with my BIL about the nasty things he said in any sort of way to stick up for myself because a.) my husband doesn't want me dealing with them to that extent and b.) it would just get worse. The only thing I see to be able to do is to leave. I don't even know where I'll go.
I know I have to sell my horse and find suitable homes for my other animals, and then I have to find a place for myself. How do you give up everything you love and start from scratch? What if I can't do it? My mind is completely spinning, I feel even more like throwing up now, I'm on the verge of completely breaking down crying and I don't even know what to say. I guess I'll go now.



