The second bomb in May was the direct result of me pursuing and putting too much pressure on my h. He just couldn't take anymore from me, to be honest I wasn't that bad it was just the situation was so delicate and precarious I pushed him too far without intending to.
He is slowly softening to me by me making things 'safe' and backing off big time. It has been so much healthier for me as it has given me space to recuperate and has eased my anxiety hugely and it has given him the much needed space he has been craving.
I am making progress I would say, it is just really really slow but to be honest I think that is the best way. He needs time to find himself and I am learning so much about me too that I hope that we can make it and be stronger than ever but if we don't I know I will be stronger than ever too. It goes against everything that common sense and my heart told me but my h made it clear when he said to me 'I can't do this anymore'. Well, we aren't and slowly things are improving.
