I don’t know how much longer I can do this
This is more of a vent than anything. I need help. I can’t do this. I can do this, I WILL do this, but I can’t do this.
I don’t know if anyone has seen my previous posts but I have so much trouble connecting with others. I can’t make friends. I try so hard and it doesn’t work out. The only person I kind of have to support me is my husband, but that is what this post is about.
He’s military and works 80+hours per week. We make little money, and we’re far away from family because of whatever orders they decide to give us. Because of our level 3 kid my job opportunities are limited at best. I am a historian. I can’t find any work anywhere because my child’s schedule comes first, and there is no one who can help me with her. I had hopes and dreams that I gave up for this family. I am always home doing my best for our girl by myself. I spend all of my time researching and working with her and advocating. All of my life is dedicated to this child.
My husband not so much. Almost all of his time and energy is spent at work. I went to the ER a couple weeks ago because I passed out from exhaustion and he got three days of emergency leave. When I had a surgery for my ectopic a few months ago he got one day to care for me. I didn’t even have time to grieve because my daughter needs me. I am so alone. All the time. It doesn’t matter that I get an average of 3-4 hours of sleep per night from waking up for my daughter every time she has violent night terrors. It doesn’t matter how beat down and tired and dead inside I am. I am always there for my girl and I always will be.
Today I found out he goes to NTC soon (another whole month of training out of state) and I think that’s the straw that broke the camel’s back. He has been to the field 6 times this year already. He has gone on three 9 month deployments in the last 4 years. What am I going to do? How does anyone do this alone? I’m so grateful for housing and tricare, but how far can that gratitude extend? I’m so, so tired.
I hate him. I love him. I hate him. I know it’s not his fault but this is our child we adopted together, so how is it fair that I spend my life caring for her and he gets to have his career? I would trade places with him in a heartbeat. I miss my job in academia. I miss research and writing articles and teaching. But when I look at my non-verbal, high-needs kid I understand there are things in this life more important than that. Why can’t he?
What do I do? Will this ever get better? Please, please help.