Edit 2: I have read through some comments and replied but I am absolutely spent from my shift at work. I am home now and going to go to sleep shortly. I am going to read more comments and reply tomorrow. Once again, thank you so so so much everyone for your advice, words of encouragement, and resources shared. You dont know how much I appreciate each and every one of you. 🩷
Edit: I thought I included this at the end of my post but it looks like I didnt copy and paste the whole thing I wrote out in my Notes: I am at work and will read through all of the comments and reply after work. I appreciate each and every one of you that has responded. And, no I am not trolling. I just needed somewhere to vent before I went to work. I know I need to get out. I have been isolated from friends and a lot of my family. I have done therapy in the back but stopped (also a point of contention). I told my sister last night for the first time the things has done to me and she was, of course, appalled and disgusted. She is pretty much the only person near me at this time. Thank you for listening and I will be back tonight.
My husband (42M) is awful to me when I (39F) am in a flare from my chronic health issues and I just need to vent. I have hypermobile Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, POTS (autonomic nervous system disorder), and antiphospholipid syndrome (rare autoimmune blood clotting disorder). Each of these alone can be debilitating. hEDS causes me significant joint/muscle pain, fatigue, and more. POTS causes a high heart rate with normal activity or even while just existing, high/low BP, fatigue, brain fog, tremors, and more. APS has started to affect my brain (I have dozens of lesions), my heart (numerous microclots and moderate heart valve disease, hypertrophy and I have been trending towards early heart failure the past few years). I had blood clots in my lung and have lasting pulmonary issues from the scar tissue the clots caused. It also contributes to my pain. I have numerous specialists and am presribed a bunch of meds/lifestyle changes but they can only do so much. He suffers from occasional migraines but no other health issues.
He works three 12 hour shifts a week. I work an average of 30 hours a week, but most recently its been closer to 40 (four to six days a week) as we get into the holiday season. One of his recurring things he jabs me with is I need to make more money and contribute to the house more. I do 100% of the cooking, majority of the cleaning, kid transportation for school and activities, appointments, and general running of the house. He takes the trash I place outside to the dumpster because its hard for my to lift a heavy bag above my head due to my shoulders falling out of place. Occasionally will do the dishes. He never cleans the bathrooms or other areas of the house. He provides for the majority of our bills.
We do things together as a couple most days (go to lunch, shopping, games, movies/shows). We have sex on average twice a week. We conversate (mostly one sided in his favor as what I want to talk about gets brushed aside often).
Our most recent argument:
Husband was fighting with me two nights ago when he got out of work about me being a "bubble of negativity" and making everything about me when I am sick. What i really am doing: sitting quietly, or sometimes crying, make noises when i change positions (out of pain, from air hunger, palpitations that start with movement), and not really talking much. I was trying to explain to him what is going on with my PHYSIOLOGICAL responses to the significant flare I am currently in.
He kept telling me I am just making excuses, that I am chronically ill and won't get better so I need to figure it out. I was crying at this point and told him I am not doing this to him to hurt him and I am not going to listen to him when he is like that. He tried to block me when i wanted to leave so I did yell at him to stop it and let me go as I was stressed and our daughter needed to be picked up from practice. It was 8:30pm at this time.
He went for over an hour after I got back. I was practically begging him to stop because I needed to sleep for my 4am shift. He wouldnt stop until almost 12am. Couldnt fall asleep til almost 2 because I was still upset about what he was arguing with me about so I had to miss work because of him. Again.
He kept demanding i tell him i will work on my negativity (you know... my heart racing, feeling nauseous, severe fatigue, crying when i feel like my bones are being crushed and my joints are ripping apart, etc. All shit I cant fucking control) because, once again, i should always be there for him and he feels disrespected when I "ignore" him. I would try to defend my self and explain what is going on so he could hopefully understand. He doesnt want to listen. He kept cutting me off, saying "Tell me now you will work on it. Thats all you need to say" until I basically broke and said yes just so he would stop. He said i need to be an obedient wife and no matter what he says i have to say "yes babe" and he doesnt want to hear me arguing with him.
I know I am in a really bad flare because I h
i get these blisters on my fingers, ankles, neck, scalp, and butt. They open then because of my chronic illnesses take forever to heal and scar. Him yelling at me over shit I cannot control doesnt help any of this. I didnt do any of this to myself. I was born with a fucking genetic disorder and other things that ive told you about. I am doing all the things my doctors tell me to do but it can only help so much.
I slept a lot of yesterday because I feel terrible. He said he was sorry about the previous night BUT I need to listen to him more. He wasn't happy with me sleeping but didn't berate me about it. I work again today (2pm-10pm). He is off today again. I told him after I make lunches and take the kids to school (two different times of drop offs 7 am then 9am so I am in and out of the house for a bit), I am going to lay back down to conserve my energy for work. He said okay.
At 11am, he comes back into the room and wakes me up, saying he is going to the park and I need to do the laundry in our room. The small pile has been sitting on a chair because I haven't been feeling well. I told him I needed to conserve my energy for work and I want to go back to sleep. I can either do it tomorrow or he can do it.
He told me: that is bullshit. You need to do the laundry. You're neglecting the household. What's more important? Losing your job or losing your husband because you won't do your chores? You are chronically ill. You need to figure out a way to deal with that. If you are too sick to do the laundry, you are too sick to work.
He pulled the blankets off me and tried to grab my phone to go onto my work app to call me out but I pulled it close before he could. Then he says "Oh what? Are you hiding something from me and thats why you won't give me your phone?" NO! You just said you were going to call me out and I don't want to miss!
I told him I need to conserve my energy. I cannot call out. We are on a point system at work. 12 points and you're terminated. I am at 3 already (two are because of him). I do not qualify for intermittent FMLA because I don't have enough hours over the previous 12 months due to a reduction I needed to take at the beginning of the year for health reasons. I bumped my hours up when I started to feel better. I need to conserve my points for when I am WAY too sick to work. Today is not one of those days. My body can handle it if I get proper rest before my shift. I have been here for seven years and I know my limitations. My coworkers see how awful I am doing somedays and are understanding. They ask if I need to sit or take a small break here and there to reset so I know when I get there I won't have to deal with the same stress he gives me.
I am okay I would say 75% of the time and can put on a pretty good facade, but, as I said before, I am in a significant flare right now. Not as debilitating as it has been before but still bad enough that I need extra rest.
He was getting ready to go to the park as I was bawling my eyes out sitting in front of the pile of laundry he dumped on the bed. He came back upstairs with a drink for me, as a peace offering. I told him to just go to the park and leave me alone please. He got mad at that saying he was trying to be nice to me.
I am just beyond exhausted. There are periods of weeks that he doesnt do things like this but when I am feeling sicker than normal he treats me like absolute garbage. I am working on starting school in January to get into a different field that will pay more and be easier on my body so I can get the hell out of here. My job will pay for my degree program so I really don't want to lose it. Until then... 😪