I came home from being out playing with our S and some neighborhood kids. W wasn't there when I left, but her car was in the driveway when I got home.
I found her crying on "my" (formerly our) bed. I walked up to her and we hugged. We cried. We didn't say much. Then she said something to the effect of "Don't hurt me anymore." I said that I never meant to hurt her and that I don't want to be a bad husband. She said she doesn't want to be a bad wife either.
She opened up about feeling so hurt and angry at me. A real deep, hurt anger. She acknowledged having walls up toward, and being defensive against, me.
She said that living like this has really gotten to her.
We haven't built on that much since, but it seems like major progress to me.
Me: 35 W: 31 S:9 M: 10 years Together 13 MySitch - Ups & Downs She moved out the day before Thanksgiving 2009, over 13 months post-bomb.