His other big peeve aginst me- I don't tell what I'm truly thinking. That is admitted- it's a bad habit I got into when I was scared. Later when I would try to tell him what I was thinking, especially over the last couple years, I was repeatedly told why I was wrong to think/feel the way I did, and after awhile, it became easier to just say nothing and go along with the program. First I stopped telling what I thought and felt, now I don't even tell him what happens during my day. I don't have much to say except for family business matters. Bottom line for him, our problems are still all on me...
I have been lurking here for weeks, although I did post once about my situation (I think it's more than 20 pages back by now), and out of everything (and there's a LOT) I've read on here these words, YOUR words, jumped off the computer screen and hit me like a ton of bricks...I didn't know whether to cry or get sick so just got up from my desk and went for a short walk. What I am dealing with is nothing like what you are facing, but I could have written these exact same words. I feel hopeless against it and cannot seem to overcome it.
You are handling a truly extraordinary situation with grace; please know that I am pulling for you.
