Well, I'm glad you think I'm doing pretty good. Sometimes I feel like I'm flailing around in the dark, trying to find the light switch.
I guess I try to not dwell on the junk, while still showing him that I'm listening. H does say lots of really weird things. But, then again, he always has. He's one of those poeople who says he likes to "prepare for the worst"--but, in reality, he's just pessimistic.
I do think validating is what has done me the most good in my sitch. My H has an almost overwhelming need to be heard, appreciated, and accepted. Which I can understand.
