Well, I'm back. dammit.

Here is some of my old posts, just to save me some typing

Over the last year or so, my wife has seemed to be doing much better. Attending therapy, compliany t on meds. The P.doc has been slowly ramping down the Risperidone, and the most recent reduction was about 3-4 weeks ago.

So, for hte last few weeks I have been prohibited from touching my wife in any way. She has started drinking a bit. She occationally cries when she is alone in another room (she went in to practice her meditation -that she learned in one of the therapy groups).

She has been less communicative recently, and less interested in going out.

Fast forward a bit, I find a home pregnancy test in the bathroom garbage (negative), and when I approach her to ask about it (we haven't had sex for a while, and I had a vasectomy about 8 years ago) she gets angry and walks away.

This week, on Monday, I come home from work and she is exceited to get a dog. She had taken the kids to a shelter, and they already have one picked out. She wants me to go that evening with them to the shelter and see if the dog is OK with me.
I resist, then finally agree to this surprisingly rapid set of events.

The next day (Tues) she has gone to get the dog during the day, and the kids imply that they were with her. I ask about this, and she says that the kids were at school, and they rode from school to home with the dog, not from the shelter.

Wednesdsay: I come home early from work (not feeling well) and find the kids at home with her and the dog.

After a fairly tense conversation it turn out that the kids haven't been at schol all week. She is protecting them by keeping them home.

Protecting them from what?

School shootings, released criminals who are liket\ly to re-offend, pedophiles.

So the dog is for protection?

Yes.

...

So later, when she is out walking the dog with the kids, I call her Psyc Nurse and have a fairly long conversation. The nurse asks "why didn't you call us sooner"

Anyway, the nurse caled my wife this morning (thurs) and got her to agree to come in and see the P.doc. They want to increase the Risperidone and try to get her to agree to let the kids go back to school.

And now I'm the bad guy. IShe hates me. she never loved me. she wants a divorce. She demanded that I not sleep in our bed anymore.
I'm blind to the dangers that are waiting toharm our kids. I'm trying to control her.


The good news: she is at the appointment right now, and i'm at home withthe kids (and the new dog).

I guess I should go and do a bit of tutoring with the kids.

I realise this is going to seem a bit bloggy (sorry), but I need to talk to someone...

After my wife came home from her appointment, it was a pretty quiet evening. Cold stony silence.

She did tell me (I asked) that they had increased her Risperidone dosage, so that is a good thing.

The psyc nurse had said earlier that she would call me to let me know how it went, but that hasn't happened. I assume my wife specifically told her not to (and becasue of confidentiality laws, the nurse has to respect that).

After a night of bad sleep ( me in our bed, my wife opting for hte couch) I took the kids to school this morning. My wife quietly pleaded for me to keep them at home where it is safe, but I fistood my ground as firmly and calmly as I could (it is just as safe today as it has been for hte past 7 years that our son has been going to school..)

So far it has been a pretty quiet morning . Only talking about trivial things..

AShe has taken the dog out for a walk, so hopefully the fresh air and excercise will be good for her.

Kent_eh,

I read your posts and hope it is going well. Your wife sounds a lot like my wife, and your situation where you had to "stand your ground" and have the kids go to school is very familiar. My wife, though, isn't quite that bad - yet - but we are getting there! Doesn't want our kids to go over to a friend's house as the teen there might have cocaine under their fingertips, and she is afraid of our children injecting it by mistake somehow in the food. Things like that. And the cold silence, and I am "controlling" - I know all about that!

With children involved, it raises the stakes considerably. I know! I'm hoping we can get my youngest one to 18 before my wife totally flips out, but we shall see; we have lots of years until he's that old.

Anyway, you are not alone, and hopefully it's going well.

MrSicily

Very unfortunate. I hope things get better, sounds like a sticky one.

All I can offer is my support.

-Peaceful