So, Hubby and I just had a pretty bad fight. I mean, we've had really bad fights before... but none where we actually say what is going on.
We still didn't, but we got closer.
He says I'm walking around depressed, like I'm going to cry at any moment. That I should go back to counseling. I should make an appt.
I said I would when he would. He said he's not walking around depressed. I said he's walking around like a thundercloud. He said not for the last week. I said it has been for a lot longer.
The uncaring attitude, and then unkind words have to stop or I will leave. That's all that I can think. Well, that and... I'm more than a maid/cook, right?