I 've been there, God those were the worst months of my life (only, I sent him off to sleep on the sofa, otherwise I would had killed him in his sleep). He couldn't make a decision, it was like trying to pull several teeth out and being bad at it. He was nice to everybody else and cruel at me at the same time, he would stay away from the house as much as possible, he would be tender with the kids in front of me while I was dying to be the object of his affection but he would look at me and there was...nothing. There was a huge contrast, I watched him spin and change his mind so often and as result his behaviour also. I took everything personally back then; my confidence was at its lowest point, I felt like... garbage (Greek translated directly to English).
Him moving out, although very painful, was the best thing that happened for me then. I relaxed, broke down (did many silly stuff like sropped eating etc etc), but was no longer walking on eggshells, feeling frustrated even during my sleep. After a month of pain, I made that "turn". A month later I joined here.
Why am I saying all this? I guess just to tell you I can relate to the "I am lost, I have no clue what I want to do" theme. Love K
Ps 18 months later I find myself confused and not knowing what to do. Life has a twisted sense of humor.
