Well, a day that started out pretty good has now just made its way down the shithole. I just recieved an email from my husband telling me that he can’t go with me to my doctor’s appointment because, and I quote, “I have a lot of work to do.” I want to scream and yell, but that might get me fired. I can barely hold back the tears. Why can’t I be a priority in his life? This appointment is a huge deal for me. I needed him there for support, for comfort, for questions, to hear what the doctor tells me. But I will be alone. I want to say I hate him, but I don’t. That’s why this hurts so much. If I hated him, I wouldn’t be bothered by it. And I wonder why I can’t connect with people.