It’s day 12… again. It’s been rough.
My husband is mad at me because I want our roommates (that use and drink) out so it can just be me and him. He thinks it’s a stupid move financially. So we had a huge argument. He slept in the camper last night and I haven’t seen him or heard from him since.
What am I supposed to do with all this hurt and fear? I used to just get high before. Now I just have to sit here feeling less than. Knowing that financial wiggle room is more important to him than providing me a healthy environment makes me question my whole marriage. My head is spinning I don’t know what to do, feel, or think.
I did my self care today and Im still crying a lot. My heart feels broken. I wish he would just come home and hug me. But I know I won’t get that.
How are we supposed to cope with the lowest hardest days? I feel like I’m gonna fail. My desire to stay clean and sober is literally ruining my relationship.