I have my therapy session this morning. DH is working from home to sort out the kids while I am not here. Bit off with each other walking to school (my asthma is bad so not 100%) and we barely said a word to each other when we got home.
I feel like this every time I have to go for the session. I hate how she doesn't say a word when we sit down and I have to start the talking and what has just come t me, is how much I hate having to relive my crap childhood when none of it was my fault.
Where are the people who fucked it up? I bet they don't give me a second thought.
I hate feeling like this. It's like I am feeling sorry for myself and I hate that too.