Hello everyone.
I’m more or less new here, been reading you all for a while now.
My partner had a stroke on December 2023, he’s recovering well, despite he saying he’s not.
He always has been an extremely critical person to himself, looking for constant perfection on everything he does, sometimes being critical/intolerant to others, but never with the intention of being horrible, he just can’t against his nature. Before the stroke he suffered depression as well, and always refused to take any kind of pills or painkillers, certainly not the “I’ll go to doctors” type.
I love him deeply but I also can say he has a complex and quite rich personality, and sometimes can be unflexible.
So…now…all that staged to an impossible level. Plus, his stroke happened shortly after we’ve started dating. Never wanted to leave his side, I want to be there for him, for everything that he needs and wants.
I even left absolutely everything for him (I was in another country, taking care of my old father, who passed away this year…so you can tell I’m having one strike after another one. In the meantime, also lost my job and more horrible things) I’ve left my house, my friends, my job…I’ve only took my 3 cats with me and moved to the other side of the world, on a complicated area, while I was still mourning my father…
He didn’t asked…I know I was the one who took the desition.
The thing is that his stroke bringed all kind of new things, besides the complicated ones that already existed…
He doesn’t like being touched (even on his good side), no intimicy at all, he complains if I kiss him…
Now he seems to be having some sort of control on his mood swings, something that the first months where something absolutely impossible to deal with. There was, literally, NOTHING I could say or do that won’t start a tantrum on him.
I feel his frustration, his suffering, his physical and emotional pain, the grief for himself and the life he suddenly left behind…
But I also deal with depression since many years ago, always battling for others to feel good and try to take care of everybody (friends, family, co workers, etc) only my two best friends knows I battle against depression, nobody knows, nobody that knows me would think I do, I’m always with a smile, making jokes and supporting others, while I constant have to deal with intrusive thoughts like “you’re worthless/you’re nothing/you can’t do nothing right/etc”
And I know that’s my thing and he doesn’t have anything to do about it, and all this is about trying to help him and support him…but I’ve just reached a breaking point on where I feel less than a ghost, and all my insecurities and inner struggles are being feed up by constant outside circumstances.
I’m facing the fact and trying to swallow and process the fact that he might don’t love me, that he just doesn’t want to be alone as he’s 56 and never had too many good relationshiops (me either and I’m 34, but I have a magnet for toxic people. Thankfully, he’s not, just too grumpy sometimes )
He sometimes says he loves me, and sometimes he shows he’s gratefull for everything I do for him (I do it gladly, he doesn’t even need to say thanks, I’m constantly looking for him to be comfy and well) but he does and I appreciate it…but it’s more like a type of affection like a pat over my head, more than the woman that is next to him no matter what.
Been understanding, kept it quiet, been supportive…but I just can’t. I don’t want this reality anymore.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t care about the stroke, I would choose him no matter what, I love him deeply and I want the best for him, but it’s heartbreaking to feel like I’m something beetween a friend/maid that randomly he gives a kiss on the lips and that’s it, I don’t feel that he really loves me and that’s what kills me.
I’m so sorry I come with this, it’s just that some days I just can’t anymore and I wish I could go to sleep and never wake up again.
My whole life has been a constant fighting, a constant struggle, as soon as one thing gets sorted another one comes next. I can’t believe my bad luck about the fact that I find “the love of my life”, the man I always wanted, and then he gets a stroke. That was so fcking bizarre and unfair that I really just can’t believe it.
It breaks my heart everytime I enter to his studio (he took everything away, he used to work with his voice by recording documentals and now he struggles with aphasia!! For fck’s sake!!!) Breaks my heart to see his old hiking stuff as he loved going to the mountains. He always has been a very active/nature person, and now he lays on sofa most of the time, not wanting to do anything else. Doesn’t take compliments, doesn’t agree that he’s improving…
I know he’s dealing with the most horrid part, but I feel like I’m mourning everything I’ve left behind, my dad, him (even if he’s alive, but in some ways he’s completely different, so “I miss him” terribly, even if he’s two steps away from me) mourning all the things we’ve could have done together as a couple…
I just don’t want to wake up anymore. Everyday, instead a new chance, feels like a f*cking endlessly curse, among more other stuff that didn’t wrote down…