I found it far easier to detach when H was out of the house. Convinced myself nothing bad's going on, just me being alone. I could cope with that, keep myself busy.
Finding it hard to be properly detached now that H is back living in the house. Keep trying to adjust my day to suit his (v bad idea). Keep responding when I should bite my tongue. Keep triggering messes. I say one sentence too many, or touch him when he doesn't want to be touched... back to square one. ...Well, not quite square one. Square one was panic-ridden and a fog of fear (of screaming, of physical threats, whatever). Can call this square two. Ice cold, like water down the back of the neck.
If square one was too hot, and square two is too cold, is it possible there will be a square three that's just right?? Here's hoping.
Asked friend of mine who had gone through her partner's MLC, what was the best thing she learned. She told me "sense of humour, and pants with belt loops". Apparently the weight loss is permanent...
. If we didn't have humour, this would all be unmitigated tragedy. But we have humour, and weight loss.
"You have a right to action, not to the fruit thereof; shoot your arrow, but do not look to see where it lands." -Bhagavad Gita