Submitted by PoisonIvy on 02/14/2016.
The day on which, because I'm "the best thing that ever happened" to my spouse (his words, more than once), he does nothing to signal his affection for me. Oh, wait, that's every day. He never signals his affection for "the best thing that ever happened" to him.
Aw, Rosered. . . . . . .
Submitted by I'm So Exhausted on
I am so sorry this is what you have to ponder over on Valentine's Day.
Liz
So sorry :(
Submitted by I-have-adhd on
I am so sorry you had a bad day :( I'm on the other end, I have adhd and got my wife the wrong things and didn't try enough. I can only assume you love your husband dearly, as I do my wife... I hope you get things worked out and enjoy holidays with your hubby. Valentines is a time for love and being thankful, so many just don't get it. I hope the best for you
Rosered
Submitted by overwhelmedwife on
Since you're divorcing your husband, Valentine's Day probably has touched that painful realization that your H never "walked the walk." It's easy to say that someone is the best thing that ever happened to them, and it's another to actually show that.
My H says stuff like that all the time, but does that ever translate into: presents or flowers on my special days? Rarely....and I mean RARELY.
I don't believe that ADHD people are "too nervous" to know what to buy so they don't. BS. When we were dating, and H was trying to "win me," he had no trouble buying gifts, etc. But, the reality is....he's too self-centered to continue to do so once the "winning" has occurred.
So, V Day probably was just another painful reminder of how you've been overlooked all these years. So sorry. You've deserved better.
This is the one song keeping me calm in an endless Spotify loop
Submitted by CosmicJoke on
Well, not "endless"--I don't get to be the crazy one. But Valentine's Day, Taxes, the constant debate about whether to divorce, the latest hurtful/oblivious action that makes breathing difficult...and suddenly I'm listening to Shawn Colvin's Get Out of This House as I mop up after the latest crisis:
Go jump in the lake, go ride up the hill
Get out of this house
It's a house of your making, it's a house of ill will
Get out of this house
Go listen to Buddha, go listen to Joe
Get out of this house
If anyone asks, you tell them you don't know
Get out of this house
I spent 11 long years in a hothouse zone
I spent 29 more trying to get home
Well, I never got home, but I did what I did
And I got myself this house, and you can't come in, oh
Yeah Get out of this house
Get out of this house
I'm the queen of my castle, I'm the king of my room
Get out, get out of this house
I got more than I need, more than I ever could use
Get out, get out of this house
I spent 17 years trying to save my soul I spent 23 more down in the hole
Now my soul is all right, but I might get found out And I got myself this house now, and I can't get ou-out
Get out of this house
Get out of this house
If I see you again, it will be in my head at the end of a cloud
If you see me again, it will be in your head telling you to get out
You act like a baby, you talk like a fool
Get out of this house
Go back to your mama, go back to high school
Get out of this house
Go jump in the lake, go jump out the door
Get out, get out of this house
I've had all I can stand, and I can't stand no more
Get out, get out of this house
Get out of this house
I'm sorry Rosered. That's the
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Submitted by meiohsetsuna on
I'm newly registered to this site, but have lurked about for awhile. I'm also an adhd newlywed. My husband is the same - he hardly thinks of me and I usually kick up a fuss. I had the worst holidays of my life this year. Handed him a Christmas present on Christmas, "Oh. Was I supposed to get you something?" (He then ran to the store that evening and tried to amend his ways by buying me an expensive gift that only upset me because of the waste of money...) New Year's we slept in separate rooms because I was upset. Followed by my birthday in January - he didn't even say "Happy Birthday", and again tried to run off and buy an expensive last minute gift. Valentine's Day was crushed with, "Valentine's is not my thing." And just yesterday we got into a fight because I was tired of 1-sided sloppy sex. His response? "Sex is about ME." I was nearly ready to ask for a divorce on the basis of that sentence alone! I know he loves me. He just doesn't express it in a way I would like. And I really hate how that sounds like the excuse a woman of abuse would make. But when does is actually become abuse? Here's to hoping that one day my H will understand that visiting a doctor would really be the best gift he could possibly give.