This is kind of hard to explain, but I thought it was unbearable before.
It is even more unbearable now, since what happened. (See post.)
Ever since then, he has been courteous and helpful.
But I can’t stand being around him.
He hasn’t said anything about what happened and neither have I.
I still sleep in the living room.
Sometimes I can tell that underneath a very thin layer, he is angry. But he doesn’t let it show.
I don’t like being around him at all. It is so uncomfortable.
Sometimes he will start talking about something that happened at work or at church or something that he heard on the news. I try to get away from him as quickly as possible.
I saw the counselor again today. It’s been a month seen I’ve seen him. I think I’m making some progress, but I’m still living here, so I haven’t reached my goal yet. I do think the counselor is helping, though.
(P.S. I went to add the link to that previous post and in doing so, I read just the first couple of sentences of the post. And I started shaking. Just after a couple of sentences. I don’t know if could read the whole post.)