AND I'm p.o.ed. I'm mad at him for leaving us. I'm mad at him for breaking up the family. I'm mad at him for not talking to me. I'm mad at him for yelling at me and S. I feel I am doing so much here to try and figure out what will work to hold the family together and I AM MAD that he refuses to sort through any of our problems. I am mad that he continues to blame, criticize, and belittle me. And maybe I am mad at myself for hanging on so long.
