I don't need advice, just a little vent after a rough few days.
So I went to sleep last night holding my wedding ring thinking "if I'm still holding it in the morning, I'll try another day..." I was clutching it fiercely this morning, so I guess the SAWH lives to fight another day.
The clock's ticking though. Although apparently I'm not qualified to say he's a SA because I don't have a degree in psychiatry. Silly me