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...and in the darkness I saw that the bedroom door was open.  It struck me as odd, because I always keep it closed at night.  Just then, my wife leaned over me and gave me a little kiss.  She quietly went around to the other side of the bed, climbed in under the covers and fell asleep curled up next to me.

Then I woke up.  It was just a dream.  The door was closed.  I was alone in bed.

What a perfectly lonely feeling.

Pb.

My DH finally started his meds today and is no longer resistant to some type of life coach or something, so progress.  However it took him 7 years to get to this point.  The stress and anger we have with each other is going to take a LOOOONG time to work through however.  We both want this to be worked out and it seems he finally understands how his behavior effects me.

My husband just spent an hour and a quarter on his hygiene (showering, etc.).  He's a guy!  He doesn't do anything special (shave, put on make-up).  And he says he doesn't have time to look for a job!

Hello. My name is Jessyka. I was recently diagnosed with ADD in June; I was prescribed Concerta and I meet with a therapist once a week to work on my issues. I have been feeling like things are getting a little better. However, its that time of year again-- College-- and I've lost that initial enthusiasm. The Concerta was "sort of" helping my symptoms. Each Doctor visit my psychiatrist has upped my concerta. Now though I have classes, and my work-study job, on top of being a wife.

My hopes for a normal relationship with my ADHD husband is far beyond my self...I always try to make the best out of the best of times with him...he would be good for about 10 days or so then the same things would repeat it self over and over again...I am so tired and hurt,all my life I have been let down by my friends and family and then the only thing that might look up as genuine or a secure relationship( is a disaster)..My husband is/was to be my main source of happiness and comfort,which is sometimes there but then the bad side never seize to show up..

I thought I'd start a create a new thread on this topic, which has been getting a lot of play on another thread lately.  

I wonder if my husband, who has ADHD, has a hard time finishing tasks not only because of the attention/focus issue but also because of perfectionism.  It seems that he might be thinking, "If something is to be considered done, it must be perfect."  And, as we all know, the state of perfection is nearly impossible to reach.  So, by not finishing, one is also avoiding whatever feelings are experienced when things are not perfect.  Any thoughts about this?

DH seems to be OK with just a hello and goodbye relationship if I weren't trying to get his attention some times....in good and bad ways.  When we talk, it feels like I have to help him get words out. All his responses are thought out for a LONG time (me waiting to hear what he is going to say). I am left with the wondering, Have we done this suspecting/frustration/hurt dance I do to his concealing/diverting/dismissing routine for such a long time that we get deeper and deeper in our negative expectations of each other and it gets worse and worse?

I am fortunate that family members have helped me financially, especially in the years since my husband lost jobs and did not seek out new employment.  I currently am feeling secure enough to want to invest some of this money instead of having it in a very safe (read "almost zero interest") account.  My husband and I have some shared investments and so the logical thing would be to go to the broker who oversees those investments and ask him to oversee my separate money, as well.

Hi all,

I have to post quickly and then do my nightly routine of lunches, clutter fun, and school work.

This is going to sound ridiculous:  I am a lifelong stomper.  By this, I mean that in spite of the fact I am a normal-sized person, I have been known to "walk like a herd of elephants," to quote my mom when I was a teenager.  I don't mean I am having an adult tantrum.  I mean that for whatever reason the way my foot strikes the ground is loud; it's my gait (no, I am not like Quasimodo).