My therapist told me to call the police and I did. They came to the house and I just sat in the car and talked with them. I didn't want to file charges. He took a look at my house and said you obviously have provided well for her. He consoled me and basically said just let her go. She's a nut. "Yeah, thanks."
Doc, we've ALL become THAT nut, to a degree, at some time. Even ME! One time, a little over a year ago, H and I had been out w/friends for the evening, and when we got back, I was feeling the impact (probably wine induced, although I wasn't drunk) of our situation. I tried to talk to him about it, and he wouldn't talk and tried to leave. I tried to get him not to leave, and was holding on to his arm. He told me to knock it off, or he'd call the police. I didn't. He did. He didn't press charges, but we both talked to them separately.
I sat out there, in the squad car, sobbing... telling them I was just trying to get him to stay, and listen to me. I just love my H, blahblahblah, crycrycry. I didn't hit him or anything, just held on to him.
The police officer had the nerve to say to me... "Listen, how bad can it be? Look at your life here... (motioning to our home)" I told him to F off, and went back inside, since, obviously, nothing was happening. H left, and cooled off then, and so did I.
I can relate to the nuts thing, though. Emotions can guide and rule you. It sucks, but they can. And, if you leave stuff bottled up too long, you could end up in that same seat as I was, having that same conversation...
Take Rob's advice. It's no fun to hold this sh*t in!
Me-46, D-21, S15, S13
After many years w/my head in the sand... I FILED Divorced 6/2011
The average woman would rather have beauty than brains, because the average man can see better than he can think.