I know this....Sometimes though I feel like I'm raising these boys all by myself, and I have no help.

Yes, I wanted to get M'ed, and I wanted to be a mom. But I did not sign up to do this alone. H is here again, but he really isn't. I just remember how involved he used to be - he used to help out with lots of things from time to time around the house, with the kids, etc - and I feel in my heart that it could be that way again. It really could, but he chooses to spend so much time at work, and that robs the kids and me of a lot. The kids get far less QT with their dad, and I get no help.

If I ask him for help, he usually will, and I always thank him and tell him I appreciate it. He doesn't say or do anything in response.

It's like no matter what I do or say, it's useless. Everything seems to fall on deaf ears and/or goes unseen.

I really feel like I'm fighting a losing battle here.

Getting over a painful experience is much like crossing monkey bars. You have to let go at some point in order to move forward. ~ Joseph Campbell