So I have a pretty rough week and and ever rougher weekend. This afternoon all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry. Which I finally succumbed to.
When I went back downstairs H pushed me into telling him what was wrong. I finally told him I wasn't happy, that we don't make each other happy and that o can't see a way forward. I didn't actually use the separate word.
Well, you'd think it was all in my head. He was utterly dumbfounded. He says he knew I wasn't great but that he didn't realise it was him 
We had crying and snot and wanting to be cuddled. This is all from someone who hasn't shown and emotional ounce for a very long time.
Now he keeps staring at me and wanting to touch me. I don't want him to touch me. I've told him.
I'm just amazed that he is so surprised.
Not sure really why I've started the thread but needed somewhere to post.
I feel like I'm a massive twat but also like a pressure has been lifted