I know that's strong language, but really, my husband gets into these places where he treats me worse than a stray dog. It really feels like he hates me. I get it -- it's the cancer, and I know that. And yet, it's really hard to believe one person can treat another person this badly. It's like he's mad at me for not having cancer, and nothing in my world matters because I don't have cancer. I cherish the times when he is out of the house right now because I can actually breathe and relax.
I am pretty good at taking care of myself, getting a massage -- took myself to the movies the other night ("escape to the movies" became quite literal!), continue with my career, get love from my dogs, get support from friends. It's more the day-to-day, hour-to-hour, feeling on the verge of tears, frustrated, upset, resisting the way he seems to be trying to make me feel -- worthless.
Any shared tips?