maryjain that sounds so much like my H. He reads over my shoulder everything I type on the computer and claims I am writing things to make him look bad. Anytime I talk to others he thinks I am saying bad things about him. He knows I am telling the T terrible things. If he didn't do terrible things there would not be terrible things to tell. The thing are true and it eats at him. Maybe that is why he badgers me.

Hummm. A journal. Tell me more. you write how yu are feeling and so does he. Or you write your complaints. I write al ot. The PTSD kicks in and often I cannot speak anymore. I get triggered and that is it. Conversation over. I write what I want to say and read it to my H if I can. If not I let him read it.