My W is upstairs, lying in bed on a Sunday afternoon because she’s depressed and because I think she is repulsed by my presence; her words. I don’t know what to do.
I went upstairs because I thought she was cleaning up, but instead she was in bed. The house is a mess; dog feces and urine on the floor; her clothes are everywhere throughout the house. I tried to control her in the past, when she was at home and I was working, by expecting her to clean-up after herself, so I’m sure that any mention of cleaning shuts her down. I should have been gentle when I went upstairs, but I wasn’t and now the situation is worse.
I thought moving into the apartment was a temporary measure, buying us time to work things out; I was wrong. W said that she doesn’t see moving out as having any positive effect and that as soon as I go, people will begin to talk. I said “don’t tell anyone”, but W’s not up to playing charades. I can’t blame her because that would become very tiring, very quickly.
Our S will suffer greatly, which is something I’m desperate to avoid. He’s worked extremely hard and will graduate from University free of debt. I don’t want to throw him off because I can’t get my act together.
I’m sure my W will chime in, so please read her posts to get her side of the story.
