Woe

Posted on September 17, 2002 in Anxiety

Panic attack last night. Subject: money. Lynn confessed that she doesn’t tell me how bad off we are because she knows how I get about money.

I guess I should be proud that there are things that I don’t do when I lose it. I never hit my wife or call her a nasty name. I just whine, cry, hide my face, and apologize to Lynn for being such a bad husband. She thinks she is a bad wife because she forgets to tell people that they can buy books through my site or mention that I am a writer, etc. I feel worse when she talks about these things because I know they are my failures. I’m pretty useless as a husband. I’m sure if I went to therapy, they’d advise me to take a job, any job, to help out. “Be a janitor! It will enhance your self respect!”