I am perfectly happy doing nothing at this point. I like having my own bedroom. I don't want to have sex with him again. He treated me like cr** and now he has been put out.

I am not crying and hysterical with him out of the bedroom.

We started seeing the therapist and I just can't bring myself to shell out a fortune of money to this guy who is not going to tell us anything we haven't already discussed and tried.

If my husband wants to stay in the house and sleep in the other room, fine. Maybe we'll stay like this for a few years until our son is older, then he'll move out and divorce me.

Maybe if we can find a more affordable therapist, I'll keep going.

This sucks. There is no undoing the bad. My husband was just a selfish guy and whatever my problem is... Fine. Whatever. I'm just so numb.