And so life goes on.
He won't talk about it.
He says I am still to blame...bringing my stress home etc...
I've stayed calm and all appears well with no arguing and no raised voices.
I'm wondering if he's anxious and stressed about things and that was his way of it surfacing.
However, I need to continue and to carry on and to continue within the moulded role I secretly break out of from time to time...but all is stored away; to be used for when I know my moment is right.
I could forgive but I won't forget.

This post will frustrate many of you perhaps and thank you all for your advice and thoughts, yet, my life is not so unhappy that I can't bear it; can't face it. I must look to to the goodness in it and gently bide my time.

My time will come.
I will know when.