DH has gone out yet again with his new friends whom I have never met. Yet again, he does not answer the phone when I call (which is not often by the way, I have called three times since he left 4 hours ago). Normally he would call me to see how I'm doing...to just generally be courteous. Now, nothing. He started a new job recently and his colleagues are, shall we say, young and disgustingly gorgeous for the most part. He is also gorgeous, and 28. I'm fat, knackered from work all the time, and just generally look like shit. I feel a big part of why I look shit is how he has been treating me. I just look miserable all the time, and it makes me feel and look ugly.
Is he cheating on me? He refuses to let me meet these supposedly male friends/colleagues. Last time he went out with them, when he got home I asked who had showed up and he named about 5 men. Then a load of pictures showed up on Facebook - I looked at one and it had a woman in it. He said "oh yes, so-and-so was there too, but no one else". I click onto the next photo, lo and behold there are three women posing hanging off our car door. As usual, when i got pissed off he turned it all around and got in a stinking mood with me, and just clammed up.
If I ever 'dare' to get angry, he just gets angrier. People NEED to be allowed to be angry sometimes - I feel so....so....AGH! I have to walk on eggshells and accept this kind of shit, and God only knows what else, for fear of him flipping out again. I have been trying to live thinking 'ignorance is bliss', and that it's best for me to just glaze over anything that upsets me and get on with things for the sake of a quiet, tolerably happy life.
I don't know if I can do this anymore. I am away from my family, I only really have one good friend, I live in a bizarre country where it's not as easy as 'pack a bag and get on the train' etc.
I do love him. And sometimes I feel I have moments of clarity where I think that I am hugely overreacting, due to my horrible lack of trust in any man (father issues, the usual)...but they are rare.
Am I paranoid? Am I ruining this relationship myself? Or is he betraying my trust? I feel like I'm going mad.
Oh and I started cutting myself again recently. Haven't done it in years but the pain and anger just built up to such a level, and I lost it. He wasn't here, not that he was bothered at all when he saw what I'd done (save "why on earth did you do that?!"...no shock, worry or anything).
Sorry...I just have no one to talk to, and I don't know what to do anymore. I'm 25 for God's sake, I feel like I'm losing my life.