Just journaling, last night was a very nice night. H stayed home instead of going out with friends (a Thurs night ritual). I didn't feel like going and he chose to stay with me instead of going, which he would usually do.
We stayed home and giggled and talked and cuddled. Very nice, reminiscent of old times.
I'm so confused. I am afraid of him doing these things to me again, of it all being a lie. It's so hard for me to understand.
I feel as if we may need to see a counselor together, to help us through it all. Is there anyone out there who can tell me how their experiences with a counselor were?
I am afraid of him doing these things to me again, of it all being a lie. It's so hard for me to understand. 
