Just lately, it seems he's full of empty gestures. He carries on as normal, totally oblivous to my tiredness, rib pain, sleeplessness. I'm convinced he doesn't care and the more convinced I become, the more I push him away.
Vicious circle!
One minute I wonder if I'm over reacting, and the next I'm reminding myself I've always been good a recognising when things are going down hill and that I should accept he's selfish and caring and move on.
Right now, I really can't bring myself to need him. I don't trust him to take care of me, even though I'm struggling. Horrible.