Our second counselling session was a disaster.
Barely husband said horrible things about me, making me sound like the worst person to ever grace the face of the earth.
‘Trying’ to him would mean complying to his requirements and I can’t do it anymore.
Our counsellor guided the conversation many times to allow me to speak. He called me a liar when I said that I tried. I did try but like everything I ever did, it wasn’t good enough for him.
Afterwards came the usual apologies and he was saying that was not what he meant and blaming the language. It’s not the language. It’s his attitude.
Like many times before, he says whatever he thinks will hurt the most and not even remember it later. It has happened too often and I can’t take it any longer.
I told him it’s over. I am not trying anymore. Let hell break loose.