I’m at the breaking point with my husband right now. This very moment. Around this very thing.

He loves me. I know that. But he’s trapped in the manbox and is either going to escape it or we are countdown to complete explosive distaster in like T-minus 10 seconds…

I’m doing my very best to own my own shit, and get out of my own “womanbox” with all the pain that entails. I know I have plenty to work on.

Why won’t he go seek help? Why does it have to be so fucking hard to ask someone older and wiser for help?

I’m so sad…