Bizarre.
I’m in an almost identical situation with mine.
She bumped my (work) car in an empty car park and I went ballistic, not because of the damage, but because it was the straw that broke the camels back. She spends more money than we have, she’s lazy, she’s piled on weight to the stage that I’ve started to find her physically repulsive – there’s more that I won’t bore you with.
I want to leave for a number of reasons but just can’t bring myself to do it. I couldn’t walk away from our two kids – they’re the most important thing in the world to me.
F*ck me, I’m miserable now :|
Sorry Warton. No help, but at least you’re not the only one.