I oscillate between different positions. H fell off the pedastal I'd put him on some time ago, and now I see him as is is. I don't mind if he's weak sometimes, we all are. Showing our fagilities is a strength; I know how truly fragile a person is underneath if they only show strengths, like H as a perfectionist, always sure, always in control, supremely intelligent/ educated.
Sometimes I feel angry. I don't deserve to be treated this way, I deserve better.
Sometimes I think "I don't need him. I'm completely independent. Why should I stand?"
Sometimes I dream of our future together. Holding hands, enjoying all the things we have in common.
Sometimes I lose hope.
I hang on for the kids, for the family, for the belief in who H is, for what I can give him, and what he can give me. I don't know if he will crash into depression and withdrawal, he seems to be getting happy without me.