This week is better than last week. That's good, right? I'm more at peace, right? I'm not a bundle of raw nerves and anger and resentment. I should be glad. I'm getting through my days.
But what haunts me is the sense that I'm accepting unacceptable behavior. I'm adjusting, accommodating, and tolerating things from my husband that I wouldn't have before in order to keep the peace. Instead of attacking him for every little tiny thing that isn't exactly right, I'm letting great big unacceptable things go.
This feels better, but it isn't right. Or maybe it is right, for now. Our time is limited, and I'm afraid, so maybe it's better to keep my emotions in check and keep our house calm. I don't know. I don't like how I feel no matter what I do.