I don’t recognise my wife after 30 years together and two fantastic late teenage boys. We have lived abroad, live in a nice neighbourhood back in the U.K. now and have a great circle of friends. But my wife’s anxiety over everything is almost unbearable and there is nothing I can say that does not come without a rebuff or comment. Separate beds tonight after another row ... I can’t do right for doing wrong. Any help gratefully received, I fear this might be the end of all that we have built, but there seems to be little that I can do now ... perhaps it’s me and I should just smell the coffee.