Now is that you singing to your W or your W singing to you. I know the song and it's very true and close to my sitch too. The ironic thing with me was somewhere in my subconcious I knew I was pushing my H away and sometimes I think I may have thought I wanted that. There was so much misery. It became "Fine you aren't going to help me, well I just won't give you what you want" S, love, friendship. We made each other ugly and at this point it doesn't matter who started it first, and it doesn't matter that at first, all that held us together were our kids. I truly believe that we will be okay but it's gonna still take time to heal from all this. At one point, in August, my H admitted that I hurt him. He will not say it again but he actually let his feelings show and I could see for the first time how much I really did.
