Oh, the exhaustion of this relationship. I love him, we have all the ingredients for a wonderful relationship. Yet, we are on our 3rd round of Relate (which is great and getting somewhere I feel - although now 3 weeks without due to holidays etc).
Arguments dominated the weekend and I ended up in an exhausted sobbing pile by the end of the weekend with some very bleak and scary thoughts (I've been there before). I called my sister near hysterically because I knew I had to speak to someone who could calm me down. I had an urge to run downstairs and get a knife. I would never do it, I couldn't do it to the children, but quite honestly I have moments where it feels like the only way to escape and get some rest.
This morning I feel a little less insane, but if someone offered me a way to end it all without causing any harm to my children, at times I think I'd grab it.
I know it sounds horribly narcissistic and melodramatic (with touches of my mad mother edging in). But there you have it.
I'm in therapy (again - she's on her hols)and I know these feelings come and go.
I fancy rather self indulgently booking myself into the Priory or some such for a week, for a bit of support if nothing else.
Anyone done that?