today

Today is a little better.  I slept much better. Thank you Xanax. He is at work & I have time alone.  He made me crazy last night, by non-stop talking for 4 hours. I was able to escape to bed at 9.  I'm so hurt that he can't tell what he's doing to me.  I'm 2 weeks post spinal surgery.  I need quiet & rest.  It's like he doesn't see me.
I realize that I am responsible for seeing that I get what I need.  I can get hurt by his lack of insight, but that won't help me.  I need to take care of me.
I don't think I love him anymore.  I think that is a good thing.