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Some of you may remember the post from last Christmas about going to my in-laws (I hate the long trip there, and have a severe phobia about mountains, but I did go, as it was important to them).
Ok, my husband and I were to go today to the in-laws for Thanksgiving. I actually was looking forward to the trip (a little bit), as I could knit in the car, and I was excited to see my in-laws. Well, when I woke up, I felt nauseous and achy. I did not say anything to hubby, and cheerfully set off on our 3 hour trip. About 30 minutes into the trip, I saw a gas station, and asked him to pull in so I could use the bathroom. As soon as I got there, I had to vomit (I RARELY vomit, even when nauseous, and, when I get nervous, I don*t get nauseous, just sweaty in the palms. When I vomit, it always means I have a virus, etc.). My guts burned and felt so awful, and I was light-headed, then dizzy. To put it bluntly, I felt like crap. I just wanted to go home, and get into bed, and get wamr (I later foudn I had a low-grade fever). I just couldn't bear the thought of 2.5 more hours in the car, then another 3 hours home. I said to him, "Please just drop me off at home, and you can go to see your family. I think I will be ok alone, and I don't want you to miss out on Thanksgving." Well, he got very angry, and started getting on me about sucking it up, and being a wimp. He did take me home, but complained all the way, acting as if it were my fault I was sick. (BTW, I just got up. I managed to eat 3 tiny dinner rolls all day without vomiting; I had the chills, and my teeth were chattering, and had the runs.) He has been there all day. I must admit I was angry that he couldn't even call me once during the day to see if I was ok, so I called him to see what time he was coming home, and I lost it, and complained to him. He shot back, "I can't talk now. I have guests." Then I REALLY lost it, and told him the guest room at home was free for him to sleep in if he did come home tonight. "Guests"? Since when do "guests" take precedence over one's spouse? If it had been me, I probaably would've stayed home to take care of him; if I did go, I would've been worried about him all the time, and would have checked up on him. I really think he's blaming me. He also hung up on me, and I have been trying to call him, and someone picked up the call, but then hung up, and he won't answer. (OK, I did leave a very mean measage after he hung up on me, telling him how dare he do that, etc.) I finally called his Mom, and asked her if she could ask him to call me (I explained that I was very sick, and was sorry I couldn't get there--she was very sweet about it, and said she would tell him to call me. That was nearly 2 hours ago. No call.
I really don't need this right now. I feel sick enough as it is...I wonder if he will even come home tonight. The problem is, I love him, but I am very, very angry with him. Every time he pukes (he often does after a restaurant meal, as he insists on having coffee creamer, which makes him sick), I act sympathetic, even holding his head for him when he vomits in the parking lot/on the roadside. When I get sick, he has no compassion--the big, tough Marine thinks I'm a wimp.
Thanks for listening. I'm really upset right now. It's been a horrible day.
Ok, my husband and I were to go today to the in-laws for Thanksgiving. I actually was looking forward to the trip (a little bit), as I could knit in the car, and I was excited to see my in-laws. Well, when I woke up, I felt nauseous and achy. I did not say anything to hubby, and cheerfully set off on our 3 hour trip. About 30 minutes into the trip, I saw a gas station, and asked him to pull in so I could use the bathroom. As soon as I got there, I had to vomit (I RARELY vomit, even when nauseous, and, when I get nervous, I don*t get nauseous, just sweaty in the palms. When I vomit, it always means I have a virus, etc.). My guts burned and felt so awful, and I was light-headed, then dizzy. To put it bluntly, I felt like crap. I just wanted to go home, and get into bed, and get wamr (I later foudn I had a low-grade fever). I just couldn't bear the thought of 2.5 more hours in the car, then another 3 hours home. I said to him, "Please just drop me off at home, and you can go to see your family. I think I will be ok alone, and I don't want you to miss out on Thanksgving." Well, he got very angry, and started getting on me about sucking it up, and being a wimp. He did take me home, but complained all the way, acting as if it were my fault I was sick. (BTW, I just got up. I managed to eat 3 tiny dinner rolls all day without vomiting; I had the chills, and my teeth were chattering, and had the runs.) He has been there all day. I must admit I was angry that he couldn't even call me once during the day to see if I was ok, so I called him to see what time he was coming home, and I lost it, and complained to him. He shot back, "I can't talk now. I have guests." Then I REALLY lost it, and told him the guest room at home was free for him to sleep in if he did come home tonight. "Guests"? Since when do "guests" take precedence over one's spouse? If it had been me, I probaably would've stayed home to take care of him; if I did go, I would've been worried about him all the time, and would have checked up on him. I really think he's blaming me. He also hung up on me, and I have been trying to call him, and someone picked up the call, but then hung up, and he won't answer. (OK, I did leave a very mean measage after he hung up on me, telling him how dare he do that, etc.) I finally called his Mom, and asked her if she could ask him to call me (I explained that I was very sick, and was sorry I couldn't get there--she was very sweet about it, and said she would tell him to call me. That was nearly 2 hours ago. No call.
I really don't need this right now. I feel sick enough as it is...I wonder if he will even come home tonight. The problem is, I love him, but I am very, very angry with him. Every time he pukes (he often does after a restaurant meal, as he insists on having coffee creamer, which makes him sick), I act sympathetic, even holding his head for him when he vomits in the parking lot/on the roadside. When I get sick, he has no compassion--the big, tough Marine thinks I'm a wimp.
Thanks for listening. I'm really upset right now. It's been a horrible day.