H and I had another talk last night, which was kind of nice. I pretty much told him about how I'm feeling isolated in our situation. He thought I should talk to my parents. I tried, rather ineffectively, to explain that they just wouldn't understand. He did seem to understand that he was the only one who could really get it. I'd love it if he wanted to see us as a team.
There is something that I wish my H would do when we're in therapy. I wish he'd sit closer to me and/or touch my hand (arm, shoulder) while we're there. His body language tends to be very guarded as though he's prepared to do battle with me. I've been working a little toward getting him to feel like we're on a team, trying to save our M.
I teased him last week about something that happened. I gave him a nudge in the arm with my fist and told him that he'd have to tell the C that I was abusing him again. I wasn't sure how he took that, but he's started laughing about things like that when they come up. We had a pillow fight while we were making the bed; and he said he'd tell the counselor that I was throwing things at him. He knocked a lamp off of a table in his sleep last night, I told him that I was going to tell her he was breaking the furniture. We had a little laugh about her radar pinging at such an assertion. Yup, I definately don't like that woman. I think she is doing a good job at helping us work through tough conversations, but I'm not too certain that she's the one who will see us through.
