Well, H and I had quite a conversation last night. Looking back at your post, Cat, you said "When the more normal times come, you can almost forget this is happening and then blam, you get slapped in the face. " Yup.
We had another late night conversation but his one he seemed much angrier than normal. He wasn't in a good mood when he came in but said there was no real reason. Anyway, he kept pushing me to find out my "feelings" on things and why I want him to stick around, etc. I basically said I made a promise and I intend to keep it. He of course kept pushing me that i have to be miserable, etc. I said I was fine, enjoying the kids, trying to find new things to pursue, etc. Anyway, he really kept pushing even though I kept trying to steer the conversation away from anything resembling R talk. So then he starts telling me what MY feelings are and explaining things and honestly some of it just didn't really make sense. I did at one point tell him to stop projecting his crap onto me.
I felt awful after the conversation and now am trying to put it all in perspective after very little sleep, and trying to remind myself it is not about me. It is hard.
I do see the childhood wounds at play. It is so interesting to hear him say sometimes in so many words and sometimes implying that the things he is trying to make himself different/make things better aren't working.
