Last nite sucked. Getting off DS is like trying to swim without those arm floaty things.I indulged in some Gilmore therapy. Ate a South Beach Diet pizza and cried. Why? I have no idea. By the time my husband got home from work I was watching TV in fetal position with my stuffed bunny. When I am hugging the bunny it means things are low. He started watching gilmore girls with me and was asking all sorts of questions about the plot line. Trying to show he is interested, I guess. He does stuff like that a lot when I am down. He tries to get me to open up. too bad he doesnt give a crap about me if things are normal. I have been thinkin a lot about the emotional abuse possibility. And it took me back to a time when we first bought our house. I thought he was cheating on me and a mutual friend said he slapped her on the a$$ the last time they were all out and I didnt come. The next nite we were all out drinkin me and nate took separate cars. I asked that particular mutual lady friend to ask him to drive her home. Just to see if he would make a move. I got home. Waited over an hour. She called me crying. "That man loves you. You have no idea how much. He just adores you. We just sat and talked about you the whole time." Seriously? And how has this escaped my memory. I am supposed to believe that a girl that my husband had already put hands on (alledgedly) sat in a car with that same girl and professed his undying devotion to me. What the hell is that crap? Can anyone make heads or tails cus I am lost. I want to think he slept with her. But then why would she call me and tell me all of this? Did she start the conversation? Thats not what she was supposed to do. She was just supposed to be herself. and see what came of it. Was she being honest in the beginning??? Now I am angry and I want to go back in time and sniff his underpants when he gets home. I guess I was repressing it. Just another thing to jot down for our next counselor.