So I went to sleep last night holding my wedding ring thinking "if I'm still holding it in the morning, I'll try another day..." I was clutching it fiercely this morning, so I guess the SAWH lives to fight another day.
The clock's ticking though. Although apparently I'm not qualified to say he's a SA because I don't have a degree in psychiatry. Silly me
You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think (A A Milne)
Staying married to an SA not in recovery is a scary proposition.
I used it over the summer when I couldn't get to S-Anon meetings due to childcare.
Yes, a very scary proposition - I personally can't see it ending well, but I need to be 100% sure when I go, otherwise I know I risk being sucked back in:(