So I spent time in psych hospital just recently after my breakdown, when my husband let me know he is not coming back home, he has a girlfriend, and they are buying a house together with his inheritance -- he also said he saw a lawyer to make sure I keep my hands off his money. Seems "she" is wonderful.
I'm out of the hospital one week. Husband put his arms around me, and told me how much he loves me, and how attractive he finds me. I am needy and depressed. He is warm and loving and we make love. I'm hurt and lonely. I need to be held. He said he wanted us to work things out to be together. Last Saturday.
This Friday night not so much. We have problems he prefers not to deal with. He never has problems to deal with with "her".
Spent yesterday sick, panicked, unable to eat at all, drugging myself to sleep.
Talked to him. "Don't make a big deal out of this... You'd better calm down."
Couldn't function at all today. Sick and panicked.
I do not need to end up right back in the hospital. I feel stupid, used, sick, every bad thing I can, and helplessly out of control. I am so angry at him, and I forgive him for being human like me. I don't know what I feel except wounded and alone. And betrayed. Sometimes. Maybe.
I want to blast him with how freaking selfish he was and is. I want to beg for a chance.
I hate myself.