This is my first Muharram. Technically I have been Muslim for 14 years now. But when I was a Salafi and a Sunni no one really emphasised Muharram for me.
I became Shi’a last year but this year is the first year where I have had any bit of heightened awareness, so to speak.
It is overwhelming. It feels like a daunting task that I very much want to tackle.
It is the first month of the Islamic calender, but its a month of mourning. And the tragedy that was occuring I don’t even know how many years ago, is so tragic. Its tragic and horrific.
So this Muharram and I want to strengthen my spiritual connection and try to avoid my husband as much as I can.
I feel the loneliness and the emotional abandonement much more severely during times like this. Many couples work together for things like this, but I’m doing it by myself.
The family of the Prophet (s.a.w.s.) did not escape their pain and it doesn’t look like I will be able to either.
It is very lonely. And the only thing I can expect from him is an intellectual/religious/philosophical conversation. Nothing more. I know better than to reach out for that false hope.
I know many religious people, say that during this time, your pains go away when your remember such a tragedy. But for me, it just reinforces it for me. At least they had each other and died together. I don’t even have that. Its just me. I’m the bad guy to my kids, and teh good guy. I’m the major provider, nurterer, etc. Its everything and its very hard with very little help from HIM.
But I’m going to try and do my best during this sad, holy month.
Right now I”m feeling completely and utterly out of sync.
I may have enjoyed too much of my free time without the kids and am having a hard time getting things done.
I’m realizing that certain things I need to avoid because they are complete time wasters.
And that some other things I need to help keep me focused – like exercise. I know I’m also having issues with mental focus and I may look up some ways to heighten that. Tweak my diet, among other things.
This past week and a half, we have been living on rice and eggs. Just that. so …. better budgeting for this next month. Thats for sure.
I have also found that I do much better with potatoes and whole grain, REAL whole grain bread. NOT rice and noodles.
That is for sure.
I can’t wait for tomorrow, the first, so I can put it all into affect. I also have to wait for some Yoga pants. Exercise clothes really do help getting into the right mindset.
So I’m glad that I know what I need now.
So my husband, recently told me that our marriage didn’t become valid until we both became Shi’a.
Which, I get, intellectually, and all. And I understand it. But people don’t forget what you did. My husband expects people just to accept him and everything because he became Shi’a, like he is born again. Slate completely wiped clean.
But I disagree. People remember.
He won’t apologize because of his ego. He doesn’t believe in begging his children or anyone else for forgiveness. People that he sees as less than him. And spending too much time with us, and he says, “I have to go pray/search/recite so I don’t go to hell.”
He’s told me multiple times me and my children are leading him to hell.
A way to make me feel loved.
And he just expects automatic forgiveness. Acts like the past 13/14 years of things don’t matter. You can’t act like that and not expect to put in work.
Just one more crazy thing to add to the list.
I know its too late for me and my marriage. Because he’s an idiot when it comes to relationships. He treats his friends with more love and respect than he ever has me or any of his children.
I just find this new aspect to be incredibly frustrating.
Well its slightly past the middle of Ramadhan right about now. I’m doing a lot of extra cooking, especially with it being summer vacation for the children.
I have started making small improvements to my prayers. I have been listening to Islamic lectures from Youtube and I’m learning.
I’m still calling my grandma and keeping in touch. Unfortunately she’s getting less company during the summer, NOT more. So I still check on her.
Ramadhan is still hard on me. One year my husband decided that he wasn’t having any sex at all during Ramadhan, even though its allowed after breaking fast.
Cutting off all hugs, kisses, sex, EVERYTHING, during Ramadhan began years ago. And so every Ramadhan hurts because he has a valid excuse to not have anything to do with me.
And if the conversation turns non-religious, he stops because its sinful, or I’m leading him to hell, or he has to go and study so he won’t go to hell, etc, etc etc.
So Ramadhan is a psychological reminder of what I can never have.
And also, my husband had told me recently, the spouses shouldn’t look at each other naked. Even if its something that I’d need so I’m not tempted. For years and years he’s looked at the ground instead of looking at me.
So joyful. Le sigh. And if I see him shirtless or anything close like that, I hate it. Its just another annoying and painful reminder.
I tend to cry randomly during this month because of what I know I’ll never have. But its halfway over and am trying to focus on better prayers.
I am curious if sexlessness can create anxiety? Like by the time you do get touched, its painful and awkward and you just have all this anxiety related to intimacy/sex.
I am curious if this is normal, especially if your spouse touches you in a small way after years of nothing.
this is making actually so much more confused than ever.
The other night, I thought to try and reconnect the marriage. Its Ramadan – a time to fix broken relationships.
I texted him to tuck me into bed.
He came down, I had him get me my special sleeping pillow, Mr. Cuddles which he laughed at. I always sleep in the corner and he said I was so far away. Eventually he put his arm around my waist.
I haven’t been touched at all besides a hand shake, or bumping against him while walking down the hall way for four years now.
My heart beat. I couldn’t sleep. I wasn’t breathing right but forced it to slow down. I felt like was going to pop out of my ears.
I didn’t know if I wanted his hand to go up or down. And then I wanted him to get his stupid hand off of me after depriving me of everything for YEARS and cheating on me.
I am so confused. When he’s an a-hole, I know what to expect and what to think. But this action of hope? or whatever, its got me so twisted and confused. I don’t know if I want him to tuck me into bed again or not.
And even then, “I” initiated just like I’ve done the majority of the time, which creates more anxiety.
I have pcos. I’ve gained weight since my two falls this winter. I can’t seem to lose the weight.
It looks like I’m going back to recording my food and doing some more tweaking with my intermittent fasting and seeing if I get any results.
Its so frustrating. I just want to feel stronger and healthier. Maybe some recording is most definitely in order.
I just feel like I’m bouncing around trying to figure out what works for me.
My husband is no longer extremist. He is still very conservative and hyprocritical and harsh, but not extremist. I gave information to my husband’s ex-wife to give to the FBI, and now the FBI wants him to be an informant.
My husband is now a Shi’a muslim. We all are actually. I thought about the information that my husband told me, and I eventually agreed with it because it made sense to me. That was not the reason that my husband wanted me to convert from Sunni to Shi’a.
He wants me to have X amount of faith because of X reason, when he wants it. He doesn’t quite understand that everyone is entitled to their own spiritual journey.
So now, its like the same problem but different flavor. He still cheats, goes out at night at strange hours, still mostly ignores me. Still no sex for four years now. No hugs, no kisses, no dinner and a movie, no nothing.
The outside has changed, but he’s still really the same person. Right now I’m just trying to cope with all of this. Plus the fact that I have fallen two times in the snow and it wasn’t pretty. I have gone to the Orthopedic doctor. Right now I have really bad IT band syndrome and I still can’t walk up the stairs with my left leg. I’m holding off on some physical therapy exercises, and see if it helps. Otherwise, I’ll be going back to a physical therapist.
My daughter K is in 6th grade and she has autism. In the beginning of the school year they didn’t have a teacher just a sub. It was like 6 weeks or more before they had a teacher.
And I brainstormed ideas for her behavior issues. But nothing works because she’s learned that bad behavior gets her home to do whatever.
Now she’s going to be transferred to a special school for behavior issues. Her brother goes to the same school.
But for some reason it really got to me. I could hear my daughter screaming bloody murder as I left my meeting. Its really hard seeing your child with autism having these issues and being helpless to stop it.
My husband did NOT tell me that its gonna be ok. Nope.
First he told me that bad things happen so you won’t go to Hell. Which, is fine to say, but, maybe not at THAT exact moment.
Then at home, he went off to describe all these problems.
My husband has been saying over and over again that if you complain, that you are a disbeliever and won’t go to Paradise. Someone who has horrible things happen to them and doesn’t complain, will get this and NOT you.
Its a bit troubling. I’ll probably confide is someone better than me on this issue.
This is just not the right time to talk about this.
I’m dealing with this basically all by myself. If he does help me calm her down, which he can do easily because he’s kind of a leaner Alpha so my daughter mostly calms down around him.
But its still so hard. He can talk but he’s not doing any of the work.
Sorry for my absence.
I hope everyone had an awesome Thanksgiving!
Right now I’m having a hard time coming to terms with my limitations.
I have been looking at other people who are fitter than me. And I’ve noticed that even they have physical limitations. Its helping me come to terms.
I hate that I can’t do squats or lunges. I hate that bending my knees too much hurts. I hate that because of my weight, that my exercise options are so limited.
I KNOW this has also gone about with me not exercising as much as I want to because I’ve been pouting about it.
So I’m trying to accept my body more and come to terms with its limitations.
I’ve heard from “Yoga with Adrienne” on Youtube, say that when you accept your limitations and work with it, then you can move past it.
So….. I don’t want to. But I’m just gonna have to accept that my body is soooo much more limited than I want it to be.
I’m going back to my knee rehab exercises, gentle walking workouts, belly dancing, and most importantly, I’m going to have to start being MORE vigilant with my flexibility training.