The T we saw a few years ago said "This (dysfunctional way) will never end" and the T we saw this year said "Oh boy, we have a lot of work to do and I can't say if there is any hope here at all".

I've lived through Hell. I know I played my part in it. It takes two to tango.

I got out to save us both. I did us both a favor by ending it. Enough is enough. Yet according to my H it is never enough. He would stay forever. It's not that bad for him, obviously. Meanwhile, I am hysterically crying, having severe anxiety and depressive episodes, and over dosing to cope with the pain and despair.

That was when in the marriage.

In the past weeks I am alone, I am not crying at all!