Things have been more or less quiet lately. I keep going to my therapist and Al Anon and he is starting therapy on Saturday. Only once or twice a week I explode. I even proposed to not fight for a month…but I’m still fighting with Frank once a week…at least it’s getting better than before…everyday fights and explosions.
The thing is, I’m getting comfortable. I even let him sleep on the bed…nothing happens of course but this niceness is freaking me out. It’s like being two people…one is in peace and happy but then the scaredy cat comes out.