Over the weekend H and I had a banquet to attend, as soon as we were on our way, he started in, you know what the lawyer said..., I know, you're abused (he would only have found any such mention of the word from this site or my phone calls) on and on, the whole hour there. I'm a mess from the head games pver the weekend and trying to hold it together! Had to break down ask for money to buy an outfit as I don't have many semi-formal clothes. "AT least I'm good for something" Told me on the way home irritated he was that he had to buy me an outfit! We're married! Than he blasted the newer James Blunt song about splitting up, and every other song that was depressing.
Some encouraging words please? Any words? I'm alone here. Still a little freaked about him being a block away from where my appt was Friday. Help!