I'm beginning to think I am unreasonable.
I met my DH when I was 22, all high on love and destiny. I'm 30 now, married for 4 years, 2 beloved DC.
DH and I have nothing in common - I know now that we never did. He blames me for all his failings. Drinks. Drinks. Blames. Shouts.
I'm not perfect either.
And I love him. Still, the first flush having worn away, he can walk into a room and my heart lifts.
But I'm beginning to think that maybe, life is too short. Maybe, I'd rather be lonely alone, than lonely with him.
Maybe marriage - that I believed in so unthinkingly age 26 - is actually a nonsense. A ridiculous legal concoction, that does nothing real for anybody.
AIBU?