... but I'd still like to work past the resentment all together. Perhaps it is just a question of time and patience.
I am early in this process, with H moving out only 1 months ago, but resentment crops up pretty regularly, and more so in the several months leading up to me asking him to move out. I resent Hs indecision whether he thinks he is capable of, or even wants to, work to save a 27 year marriage. I resent all the years he left me to raise kids almost on my own while he pursued his hobbies and, probably, other women. I resent his inability to open up to me on a deep, emotional, intimate way. I resent his refusal to deal with his depression in a more appropriate and productive manner. This list goes on.
But, resentment is useless, isn't it? Doesn't stop us from feeling it, but only time I think can start dulling it so it doesn't take such sudden hold of us. It will eventually, I hope, just be a fleeting thought easily passed by as we get on with living.
