I don't really have many problems making it through day to day. I get upset sometimes - and really angry sometimes - but most of the time when I'm at home I'm just low level sad and disappointed and resentful. I love my kids, my work, my hobbies - but home is like some dead, too-quiet place where some man who doesn't want to talk to me or touch me lives.
It isn't the day to day - it's the fear that I could turn around and realise I've wasted my best years living with and financially supporting a man who practically ignores me. I'm not willing to let that happen.
