When H is at work, this house is the loudest, most lonely place I've ever been. Plenty to do, but noone to connect or talk with. SS12 and SS7 are inconsiderate, disrespectful and wouldn't know compassion if it walked up to them, made them dinner, gave them candy and said, "Hi, my name is..."

When H is here, I see where they get it. The gloves are off now that we've said "I do." Men talk about they hope their wives don't turn into fat slobs after the wedding. Well, I hoped my H wouldn't turn into a DICK after the wedding and he did just that.

My only time of peace is when I head to the gym by myself. That hour is sheer bliss, as I melt into my workout and zone (and sweat) the hell out...

If I were working, I'd have moved out by now. For the first time in my life, I know what some men don't want their wives to work. Talk about absolute power...

I did this to and by myself and I will undo it for and by myself.

I will continue couples and individual counseling (I've asked about family counseling but H thinks his spawn are perfection personified). If things don't improve by December, I'm on the next thing smoking.