He was here all day yesterday. And then he left again. Each time he leaves it tears my heart out. He needs to figure out what he wants. He doesn't think it can work. I want to try. He says we will never be able to be intimate again. I want to try. He doesn't understand why I want to be with him if I think he is so cruel...I agree. He went to a therapist yesterday who said he is definitely NOT depressed. I think the therapist is an idiot. And a chauvinist. I want to be happy...and I don't want to disappoint my kids. I am in hell.
I am so sorry. I wish there was a way I could help. But I am here to hear you.
Posted by: Calliope | March 29, 2010 at 11:23 AM
I'm sorry. Nothing to do but listen, but I'm here to do that, too. Thinking of you and praying for you guys.
Posted by: jesspond | March 29, 2010 at 12:35 PM
The question "Isn't it pretty to think so?" has as its answer, "It's as pretty as hell to think so."
Maybe the answer was written and then struck out and then written again and looked at and then struck out again.
Writing is a funny thing. You can write and leave a thousand things out.
Posted by: Brett | June 16, 2010 at 12:48 AM