This is going to have to be one hell of a counselor. I'm realizing that this is our last hope and I'm almost at the point where I think it's hopeless.
H also drinks every single night now. O'Douls, not regular beer, but he still can't see how it's an addiction. I told him that nobody drinks 6 sodas in a row for crying out loud, one right after the other. He says he's not hurting anyone.
Why does everything in this relationship have to be such a battle? Is it just because I don't love this person? I don't feel that connection with him that makes one able to tolerate another's idiosyncracies? My H claims that I will always think of something to be unhappy about. It's just not there. I'm so frustrated I don't know what to do with myself.
"Happiness is a butterfly, which, when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you."
