Just woke up from the best nap I have had in a long time. Still groggy, so maybe that's why I feel a bit peaceful... that, and I don't have TV or music or such on, just a slightly open window and a sweet spring breeze. Taking advantage of the moment before I get anxious again. (I get Seasonal Affective Disorder during the transition from winter to spring.)
Talked to the hubby last night about the possibility of a separation. He got quite angry. Apparently, all of the issues we have are because I am delusional and he isn't remotely cruel or abusive. Ugh. He thinks that I would just be "running away" and that I should simply "cut the crap and start living again."
So, I reckon I shall have to plot an escape for when the time comes. Discussing it calmly seems to be a no-go.
Funny thing is that he keeps talking about how if this psych or that doc doesn't "do things right", hubby is going to "yank me out of there so fast..." He keeps forgetting that he has no legal right to that.
Ahhh, it keeps getting stranger.