I didn’t feel excitement, relief, or love when my husband returned from a several week long training for work. I just felt anxiety, dread, and depression. Like a weight that was temporarily lifted off of me was dropped back onto me. I cried in the bathroom when he returned. And I feel like that observation alone is one of the final signs that I need to end this marriage. I didn’t even miss him when he was gone..I have my reasons for feeling this way. It’s been a long way coming..but I can’t help but feel guilty.

Have you had a realization like this? I’m terrified of the change and risk it’d take.