We went to counseling tonight. If it continues to be like this the outlook is grim.
When asked what I saw as problems, I did what I do, I laid it out on the table.
My husband then proceeded to toss up sorry-ass excuses for why he did these things and I need to understand.
Then we were asked what we were willing to do. Husband listed off something he’s doing already. I came up empty.
I’ve done everything I know to do, otherwise I wouldn’t be in counseling.
Husband went on a little tear about if he was the only one who had to change, yakakakakaka. Cough. Em sorry, fur ball.
I’ve asked him point-blank what I do to make him mad, and he has no answer. That’s easy to work with. Am I perfect? No. I can be damned difficult if reports from others are to be believed. So TELL me! How can I change what you won’t acknowledge?
All-knowing being that he is, he went so far as to say he knew how I felt about the virtual affair. My quick reply was, “No, I don’t think you do.”
I promised not to call names or bash. It was a stupid promise.
A dear friend listened to me while I sobbed and finally uncurled from the fetal position, when I got home tonight.
Gratefully I was alone. I don’t know folks.