That's funny you said sexism. When I told my mother what happened, she said that my crying made the men think less of me, like a weak woman. She also said that I was foolish to think my h would admit any wrong doing and have any compassion for me. She should know, she's the same that way.

Actually, I'm thinking she's right. I need to find some way to just let it go. A husband, a mother, they are no different than any friend or acquaintance. I can't expect more.

That lost, lacking feeling of severe unhappiness will just have to be thought of by me as a disorder. Maybe then I can cope better.