The thing with talking to my family and friends is I felt like I needed somebody to talk to constantly. I felt like I was going crazy and I guess I needed some form of reassurance that I would be ok.
I think I was in shock. I tried to kill myself. I just really wasn't in a good space. I wanted their support. Not to tell me what to do but that they were there.
I feel if I can't find that thing my H feels is missing in our relationship that H will see no point in coming home.
It is amazing how quickly your family get sick of talking to you when you don't follow their advice
Sigh. Such a long road ahead. Especially because I am still not very good at detaching. My heart is still very much getting crushed.
