Usually so supportive.
We've spent all evening rowing because he's saying he's not ok with no love life and I am not sure I want the bowel op as my symptoms are moderate and it's on the outside of the bowel. He thinks I've made up my mind which actually I haven't. Sex has hurt all my life but he just remembers our brief hormone fueled honeymoon period.
He's spent all night, trying to bully me into agreeing with his recollection of events, criticising me saying I'm wrong, making me doubt my memory, my research, conversations here, that I ask the surgeon too many questions.
I thought he started coming to the sessions to support me, in fact it's because he doesn't trust me or my cognitive abilities or decision making process.
What if he's right what if I can't think straight, remember anything accurately anymore. My dad has dementia what if I have some endo hormone fuelled variant of it. It's all right for him, he doesn't have to go through it.
My self-esteem, belief and confidence was low already , struggling with work and depression. Now it is in tatters.