I do love him. I want him to hold me, and comfort me. He’s so aloof. I’m backing down again from breaking up, getting divorced.

Maybe I really do have a disorder. He triggers me by not initiating or initiating awkwardly and phoney. I go overly emotional to put it mildly and cry divorce. No one even takes me seriously now. Then I ‘come to my senses’ and slink away, tail between legs.

It’s a battle for control that I always lose and end up humiliated either way.

If this is a PD, at least I have lived a traditional life; suburbs, kids, PTA, a job that I can do in between these fits.