Background: my husband, myself and our son (1.5 at the time) lost our home in a flood. We were suddenly homeless and living all over the place. We didn't have (in my eyes) the strongest relationship to begin with. More like friends. He was always very distant and not very loving or emotionally available. We hired a builder to reconstruct our home...
I started going to conseling before the flood, my husband drank, alot. I would find him sitting in his truck drinking before he'd walk through the door. He works in manhattan and has a long day leaves the house by 7 and gets home about 7:30 his commute is about 1.5hrs each way.
He continually used this "excuse". All I had to do was sit home with the baby, he pays for everything, etc. We discussed before the baby our intentions of my staying home.
I eventually had enough, asked for a seperation. He didn't find that to be acceptable and eventually I had an affair. We were getting divorced but, I couldn't go through with it, it was too scarey.
We got back together and he just keeps digging on me. X-mas morning I woke up to a huge bag of coal in my front yard, valentines day liquer filled bottles of chocolates, most recent a myspace.Com website dedicated to what a horrible person I am.
Is this hopeless??? I feel like I hate him. What do you do???