Regret and resentment.
I confess that, although I am generally a silver-lining sort of person, there are days I struggle to cope.
I don't know how to tell my other half that they need to get their emotional s*** together. I live them, but it feels insensitive to say anything other than gentle nudges in one direction or another.
Meanwhile, a therapist two years ago told me that it might come down to having to make some difficult choices to take care of myself. I don't know that I could or would ever place myself above others, and yet in some ways I have, by how busy I keep myself.
I feel guilty constantly for wanting to do anything away from my other half, and similarly hate spending every evening each week sitting on the couch, where the other person can escape from the trappings of the mundane and can step outside their own existence for a bit.
I don't know what to do. I have so many things I'd rather be doing. They're super depressed (and depressing, at that) and don't want to mediate.
Meanwhile, I bury myself in my work to escape. What happens if/when they decide enough is enough, and leave? I don't want to lose my best friend.