Time flies even when you're not having fun. To say that life has been stressful lately would be an understatement. I haven't written anything since May. I suppose because I'm not sure what to say. I'm not happy with where life is at the moment. If I break life down into segments: work, horse, marriage, etc. . . there isn't one part of it that makes me happy. When you want to go to work to not be home I think that's a bad sign.
Let's start with the horse. . . Eli showed up lame in April. I don't even know if I wrote about it and I'm too lazy to go back to see. I left for Rolex (I do know I posted those pics!) and left him on stall rest. I had my regular vet out a few times to see Eli. But let's be real here. My regular vet is in his 70's (just a guess) and he's fantastic and amazing. He's smart, he's been there seen that. But at this point I think he should be used for routine medicine as he simply doesn't have the equipment needed to diagnose major issues. So in June we took Eli to the University of Missouri in Columbia MO (Mizzou for short).
After an evaluation, we decide to ultrasound Eli's left front leg. In this photo, they are prepping for the ultrasound. It shows up on the TV on the wall! What did we find? A tear of the superficial digital flexor tendon. I won't go into details but we tried a treatment of injecting the tendon with his own plasma. We then started "rehab". We went back early July and had some improvement but not enough to make the vet happy. We did another injection and I've increased the rehab workload after getting a hand smack by the vet. We return on Aug 22nd. I'm not optimistic and the vet will likely recommend surgery. I'm not sure I'll go that route. In the meantime I'm riding Eli (sort of - we are limited to walk both way and trotting only one direction) and I'm confused about riding a horse with a torn tendon. But I'm doing what I'm told. I was really stressing over this, but I've decided to just roll with it and whatever happens is fine. If I have to retire Eli, then it's just time. I'm ok with that.
I suppose it's not appropriate to go into my work issues online, but the culture in my office is changing. People are a bit nervous about the future and I am too. In April I will have been here 10 years and I guess I'm a bit uncomfortable about what might be happening.
Then there's my home life. Marriage is very very hard. People say it's hard, but that doesn't relaly prepare you for just how hard. I don't know what to do or where to turn. My husband has "threatened" to kill himself the whole time I've known him. I finally asked his mom and sister to intervene but it seems they don't take me seriously. He also seems to be a chronic liar. His go-to when talking to me is to lie. And I guess he's an alcoholic. Why do I say "guess"? Well he doesn't drink every day. Sometimes not even every week. But when he does drink it affects our relationship. He's an asshole. He looks at me with hatred. He yells at me. He brings up all kinds of issues that he won't talk about when he's not drinking. The bottom line is that the alcohol affects our marriage so I assume that qualifies as a drinking problem. He is struggling with grief. . . his father died 2 weeks before we got married. It was March 2011 (we were married 4/2/11). His brother passed away suddenly in Jan 2013. I'm not clear where the grief is really stemming from. I'd say the two combined. My husband farms. And he's home all day by himself. His mother no longer lives on the farm (his parents did when his dad was alive). So he's alone all day with the voices in his head. He's depressed. He's on medication. He finally (*FINALLY*) started therapy yesterday. But it just might be too late for us. I haven't trusted him for the majority of our relationship. We met 10 years ago this weekend (at the local homecoming). I trust that he's not cheating on me. But I don't trust him with the small things cause he tells little white lies all the time. And he hides the beer and lies about it. We had this big blow up fight July 14th. He said he'd stop drinking. . . last night I went to the park where he was setting up for homecoming and he was standing there drinking. "It's just one damn beer" he says. I don't even know what to say. He doesn't communicate with me. We can sit and eat dinner without really talking. We can be in the car together. . . say driving to somewhere an hour away and literally not even speak. We've talked about divorce. I often think we make better friends than an actual couple. But he's 44 years old. . . he makes really *bad* decisions about beer. . . he lies. . . it's like he wants to live the single life but be married. He was married once before and I know that he doesn't want to get divorced again and that's basically the only reason he fights divorce. It's not because he loves me so damn much. In fact I think he hates me. When he yells at me the hatred is palatable. I have some tough decisions in my future, but I really think I'm delaying the inevitable. He's a good guy deep down, but his issues run really deep (including childhood issues) and I just don't know that I can wait around for them to be fixed. After 10 years of the same record playing over and over, I'm tired of waiting for the change. I'm not perfect, even though he accuses me of that. But there are so many issues that I cannot fix. I can't do it for him. I can't make him grow up. I can't make him tell me the truth. I could go on and on, but that's where I'm at in a nutshell that probably doesn't represent the whole issue. Life is tough. Marriage is tough. Being an in-law flat out sucks. And I'm just so damn tired of it all.
I'll leave you with one more photo. . . . on Amazon Prime Day I caved and finally bought the pressure cooker that I wanted. I got an Instant Pot. Along with many many many other people that day. I am still learning the thing, but so far it's love. . . last weekend I made a cheesecake. . . in a pressure cooker. . . and it was YUMMY!