In spite of my desire to kill myself, I know it would destroy my wife if I did.
At the same time, a big part of me doesn’t care that it would. When I tell her something three or more times before she listens, I have to regularly say it three or more times before she pays attention.
It’s always about her, and she makes it an ordeal by claiming I don’t love her when I’m not in the mood.
I have been trying to get her into therapy, but a therapist can only be helpful when she has all the information.
