I don't need advice, just a little vent after a rough few days.
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 Me 44 (BS)
Him 52 (SAWH)
DDay (too many to mention), but 1st 06/2011
Children - two, mine from my previous marriage
Final straw 6/6/14
The truth hurts, but nowhere near as much as the lies