Lost it big time last night. When H got home I couldn't stop the tears. Tried my best to tell him about my saddness without blameing him. Told him I think this could be solved with minor adjustments that aren't time consuming. Told him I was proud of his passion, endurance, and commitment to work and I hope there could be a way to not loose any of that but to find a way that isn't such torture to him and that allows us to stay connected. It did not go well. If the pattern holds true, he will be very rejecting of me and see me even more as the obstacle. What I have to do now is not see myself the same way. Took another prozac this am. I'm feeling very bad about myself and know it can get a lot worse than this. Maybe I should call my psychiatrist. I wish my H would come too but don't dare ask him.
