jadakaii
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- Mar 30, 2014
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I haven't been around in months, but I wanted to come back to get some support. I had a cyst removed from my ovary which prompted me to do a deep search and find your site.
So, I was looking for D1llies because they were the only pill that didn't make me puke. Well, after having a heart to heart with my doc, he's agreed to give me 10 a month (which is all I need anyway) to help with menstrual pain. Throughout all of this, my husband was great.
Now, a couple of weeks ago, I was doing hardcore intensity training, and I pulled a muscle in my abdomen. Didn't think much of it until I sneezed. I thought I was being stabbed.
Went to the ER and they found two more cysts. I was crying like a child--I couldn't believe it. My darling husband was super supportive and was going to come to my place up here (we've been living a part while I earn my degree) within two days, The next day, I followed up with my gyn and I told him to just take the damned ovary-hell, I wasn't even 4 months post op. I told my husband as I was walking out of the office, and he begins screaming at me about having kids and how important it is to him. I know that losing an ovary does not mean I can't have kids, but I asked him how he would feel if we kept trying to conceive and it didn't work. He said that his life would not be fulfilled, and then commenced yelling. I hung up and I didn't speak to him by phone until I was post-op. He texted me a couple times, but I feel like you cannot unsay something like that. He was an abusive tyrant anyway and it wasn't until I put the kibosh on our relationship that I realized I was in prison.
I'm a counselor, and I have clients who go through this, and I help them the best way I can. I help them GET OUT. Why did this happen to me? How did I let this happen?
My husband wants me back (after much name-calling and pointing of fingers). I said no, had my surgery, my parents came, took his stuff and his dog (I love her so much and he does not take proper care of her). They just left today, and I don't know how to feel. I know I should go with the flow and accept that I will be sad. I'm not so much sad as I am angry with myself for putting myself in this situation. I swore I would never get married, and I swore I would never have children. I told my husband BEFORE we got married. I don't know what to do. Maybe I needed to vent. I just wish I hadn't done this. I wish I was better health-wise. At the same time, I do recognize that this was probably a good thing--this would have come out sooner or later, but damn. I had major surgery (again) for the second time in 4 months--the only other surgery I've had was getting the girls done. I can't believe that he would be that way while knowing how screwed up I was when I heard the news.
I hate him, but I don't. But I do.
So, I was looking for D1llies because they were the only pill that didn't make me puke. Well, after having a heart to heart with my doc, he's agreed to give me 10 a month (which is all I need anyway) to help with menstrual pain. Throughout all of this, my husband was great.
Now, a couple of weeks ago, I was doing hardcore intensity training, and I pulled a muscle in my abdomen. Didn't think much of it until I sneezed. I thought I was being stabbed.
Went to the ER and they found two more cysts. I was crying like a child--I couldn't believe it. My darling husband was super supportive and was going to come to my place up here (we've been living a part while I earn my degree) within two days, The next day, I followed up with my gyn and I told him to just take the damned ovary-hell, I wasn't even 4 months post op. I told my husband as I was walking out of the office, and he begins screaming at me about having kids and how important it is to him. I know that losing an ovary does not mean I can't have kids, but I asked him how he would feel if we kept trying to conceive and it didn't work. He said that his life would not be fulfilled, and then commenced yelling. I hung up and I didn't speak to him by phone until I was post-op. He texted me a couple times, but I feel like you cannot unsay something like that. He was an abusive tyrant anyway and it wasn't until I put the kibosh on our relationship that I realized I was in prison.
I'm a counselor, and I have clients who go through this, and I help them the best way I can. I help them GET OUT. Why did this happen to me? How did I let this happen?
My husband wants me back (after much name-calling and pointing of fingers). I said no, had my surgery, my parents came, took his stuff and his dog (I love her so much and he does not take proper care of her). They just left today, and I don't know how to feel. I know I should go with the flow and accept that I will be sad. I'm not so much sad as I am angry with myself for putting myself in this situation. I swore I would never get married, and I swore I would never have children. I told my husband BEFORE we got married. I don't know what to do. Maybe I needed to vent. I just wish I hadn't done this. I wish I was better health-wise. At the same time, I do recognize that this was probably a good thing--this would have come out sooner or later, but damn. I had major surgery (again) for the second time in 4 months--the only other surgery I've had was getting the girls done. I can't believe that he would be that way while knowing how screwed up I was when I heard the news.
I hate him, but I don't. But I do.