I’m 61 days sober. Today will be day 62. I am so proud of myself, I can’t even explain. My whole life I feel is stretched out before me.
My husband recently got home from a year long military deployment. I entered therapy after Xmas and got sober at the end of May. Aside from my physical transformation (I’m down 23 pounds, working out regularly, eating clean), he is unsure how to relate to my mental one as well. He’s used to scraping me off the floor (emotionally) because of my terrible anxiety and depression (largely from the booze), so I’m more level headed now, calm (ish) and less in need of him “saving” me from myself. This is a case of “be careful what you wish for” as he’s always said he wants me to look after myself etc but now that I do, it’s like his role as primary emotional caregiver is gone. He’s been back less than a week so I’m trying to be gracious and patient, but I feel the push and pull of his emotional distance and I’m trying not to let it push me away, though I am in a lot of pain.
Can anyone relate? Advice?