Addiction relapse.

My husband says, "well ... at least you know you'll get an apology," and I said, "Oh yeah? What fucking step is THAT one?"

Anger/Empathy, Anger/Empathy.

Mostly empathy.

And damn he did a good job keeping our therapeutic frame intact. I thought something was amiss, but not this.

It's going to be months and months before he's back. Damn it. He does a lot of addiction counseling so that makes sense. I am one of the few trauma/attachment/PTSD clients who don't have a substance addiction. (eating disorder comes and goes, but no chemical dependence aside from what my psych prescribes)

Thanks, again, for listening. I still don't know how to feel about it all. I feel like my emotions are the slots on a roulette wheel and my what-am-I-feeling-now? ball is bouncing in and out of the slots rapidly.