I texted Thursday asking for Tuesday, so I am not processing all over my husband if we go on a date for Valentines Day. He said he would do his best, but wasn't sure yet. I texted Friday (which I always do, because that's the day my husband knows if he can work from home and I can take an early appointment), to let him know my Monday availability was evening only. Silence. I texted today, because I need to schedule a backup babysitter in case my husband doesn't get off work in time to watch our 2.5-year-old. I also admitted ridiculous projections of his irritation from his ignoring me lately (but told him no explanation needed, just exposing rather than hiding the thoughts). Nothing.
I realize part of this is my fault. I am usually only available for late evening appointments, because of my daughter and babysitter availability. Also, his lack of responding to me lately about other things is most likely because I begged him to let ME stop texting (I was getting trapped in shame spirals about it). He said fine, except reporting harmful behaviors--which was exactly the thing that communicating about causes me problems. But now instead of just thinking he hates me, I'm getting paranoid my texts (or his) are broken again, which has happened before and caused so many problems. Or worse, even that something bad happened. Eff this transference stuff. I KNOW it's ridiculous, but it seems so inescapable.
In recent weeks, he has had my appointment time for me on Friday, because I have confessed how much it stresses me out to not know. I felt so guilty about him going out of his way to accommodate my craziness that I told him he didn't/shouldn't have to do that. Ugh. Now I'm trying to figure out the latest possible time I can text him again and still find a babysitter. I guess late morning tomorrow. The more texts I have to send without hearing back the more I hate myself. Ugh!!!