Good morning,
MY name is Steven and I would like to tell you a little about my history in hopes of ridding myself of this horrid curse that has been brought upon myself.
Not sure when all of this started happening, I just woke up one day (far as I know) angry at the world and took it out on everyone and everything. As I grew, my anger worsened. I never physically hit anyone, but countless items have met the wall at my hands.
Fast forward to eight years ago. I met my wife and things went from bad to worse. Apparently she fed on my anger, supported it and matured it to the point that we fought almost on a daily schedule. It was exhausting to say the least. This went on for the past 7 years, until I met my current girlfriend. Once I told my (soon to be) ex-wife that I was leaving, lets just say that pills were involved on her part. Thankfully she survived all of that and gave up trying to keep that hold on me.
I moved out of the house with her to live with my now fiancé last October and the stress of the past 8 years is still within me.
A little about my current love for all of you to know what kind of woman she is. I have never met a more kinder, gentler woman in my life. She has given me zero reasons to be afraid, zero reasons to be angry and have given me two lovely children (from a previous marriage) to raise as my own. She is the most beautiful woman I have even laid my eyes upon and I feel safe with her. sounds like the perfect situation right? Wrong.
The anger still remains and I have a snap anger. That is what I call it. Basically, when something does not go right with either her or the kids, I snap to anger. It is instinctive from the past 8 years of doing it and I just yell and spit vile from my mouth at her and sometimes the kids. I am ashamed to say these things because of the woman she is, she has given me NO reason to do this, but I do when something goes astray from the normal.
I am on my last rope with her, I am about to loose her forever because she asked her daughter, “if Daddy Steve” (that is what she calls me), “leaves, would you be upset”. A prelude to her kicking my butt to the curb. I was stunned (not surprised thought) and I could not seem to catch my breath. She was at that point of not loving me and waiting me forever, but contemplating on letting me go. I had drove her to this point.
I have never laid a hand on her, but what I did verbally was far worse. I want my anger to stop, I want to be calm, in control, a rock for her and the kids. When I am not angry, this is what I am. I am calm, I handle situations like a professional, but there is no stability in it because the anger still lies beneath the surface, waiting to pounce at the slightest change in the “normal”
I come to here to beg for help. I currently am seeking employment (hence another stress added), and have no insurance to professionally seek help for this.
Thank you for your time