It’s the end of a hellish week and you’re getting ready to go out with your girlfriends – have a glass of wine, a bit of a laugh. It’s exactly what you need.
Then you look at your husband.
He’s sitting on the sofa, scrolling aimlessly through his phone, and you know he’ll be exactly where you left him when you return. The guilt wipes out all the happy anticipation you’d been feeling.
You should be pleased. Rather him home alone than out getting drunk with his mates, right? So, why do you feel suffocated rather than grateful?
Women rarely talk about feeling trapped
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