I am a regular.
Ok, so we were supposed to go out for a lovely meal last night (dh was going to book somehwere) kids at grandmas etc.
On way home from work i dive into shops to buy lovely ingredients for a special meal tonight.
I come home, get all dressed up, even nice undies .
we go out for pre-dinner drinkies. Then, it all goes weird. Every conversation I start turns into a nasty, sneery, bitter little tirade. This beautiful, strong, gentle giant I married 12 years ago has morphed into a bitter, demotivated, angry stranger who is so eaten up by envy that it touches every part of his life.
I should say, we are not wealthy. But we have no debts save a (by today's standards) modest mortgage. We have 2 lovely boys, he is a partner in a ok-business, we are healthy, we have 2 vehicles etc etc.
But last night, out of nowhere came this side I had no idea was there. Needless to say, we didn't have our meal, I felt sick to the stomach. Came home, he railed and ranted, and drank too much. I cried and cried in shock and fear. I thought he was having some kind of breakdown.
This morning he was all regretful apologies and hugs.
No valentines for me though.
Yesterday morning i felt as OK as could be. You know, just content. Happy with my lot.
He's not content, he's a very unhappy man. None of this that we have is enough for him, and I don't know how to make him feel better. I feel he blames me and the kids somehow in his disappointment at his life. (he is 42)
I can't stop crying. I'm at work. I've never felt so lonely.