I have put myself into a situation lately that I really dont want to discuss the details at this time because, honestly, I couldnt even begin to explain because of the broadness of feelings swirling in me.

I cried last night, harder then I have in a long time and I knew that I had to tell hubby that I needed some space. Of course he had questions. All I said is that I am going through something right now and that I needed space. I even told him I wanted to move out. He said that he didnt want me to move out and told me to take all the space I needed. I made it clear that I didnt want to be questioned about what I do when I leave the house and there may be times when I dont come home at all. (Weekends only cuz of the kids). I half expected him to tell me get out but he didnt. He said OK. It made me feel worse. But at least I know that I have told him something.

I am nauseous and I havent slept very well for the past few nights. I feel wreckless but dont want to stop. I hate that I cant be right. I am always doing something screwed up. This situation has nothing to do with my hubby. It's me and needs that I suppose are not being met. I am so torn.