21 July 2009


As you may have gathered from my previous posts, my DH has only a matter of days (well, less than a day, now) until he escapes from Amityville Manor. His former employers are doing all they can to make him not regret leaving: the euphemistically termed "management" is ignoring him, or worse, making snide comments within his hearing (but not to his face); his nemeses in the Therapy and Nutrition departments have not only been snide, but have openly tried to pick fights with him; and, to cap it all off, yesterday he was urinated upon by a resident.

Needless to say, the poor man is stressed nearly to the breaking point. He doesn't eat, and can't sleep - last night we stayed up most of the night talking as we laid next to each other in bed. He knows he can't stay, but at the same time, can't help but worry that something about his new position will be seriously flawed. Mind you, he's had no indication of this in the interactions he's had so far with his new bosses, but he's been conditioned to believe that he will never have a good place to work.

I'm so worried for him. I've never seen him like this before. And, in the meantime, neither of us are getting any sleep.

I'm still praying to the PTB that his new job is everything he's been promised it will be. If it's not...I'm not sure what will happen.


Nancy J. Parra said...

It's the childhood PTSD talking... when you're in the hole it's hard to believe there is any light. It's a mind F**k. Hugs to you both!!