It happens only sometimes, but lately it has been more and more frequent.
I said that I was too young (30) to live like this.
He immediately agreed and made an appointment for a few days from now. I feel like I can't put on an act of loving support anymore, although I know this is supposed to be one of the most important things a wife can do in this situation.
I have tried to be calm, loving, supportive about it, and not to get upset.
A few nights ago, though, I burst into tears and asked him why he hasn't seen a doctor to try to get to the bottom of this.
These addictive love chemicals feel so good that it's difficult for you to even imagine ending contact with your friend.