This was JUST what I needed to hear/read. Thank you for putting this into perspective for me. I want to write down all that I see, all that I hear, all that I feel about my own H and sitch. But many times, I just can't. I haven't even shared on this board about the convo we had last night. After almost 3 weeks dark, he came home the other night (details on "Do something different" -- you may have already read it).
But last night??? Oh, last night was different. Though I teared, and tho I made the contact, he was different somehow. He asked how I was? That's the first time in almost a year that he cared to ask. He wanted to know about my job sitch, and when he found out I may be out of a job, he said, "Then we'll both be out of work." He did say, "I don't reach out to you." I said I know. I asked him if he wanted me to, *not* reach out. And, he said "Yeah, don't reach out." But somehow, (I know this sounds crazy), but I feel like it's a cry for help. I said "other people reach out to you," and he said, "Yeah, but I don't want them to." He's hurting, BND. And I can do nothing but -- as Forrest Gump says -- stand on the other side of the roller coaster and let him come down. I can't believe it, but I can see it now.
