Someone once told me, a few months into my marriage, the more you love him and hold on the more hate you will eventually feel. AT that moment I thought they were nuts.
Hate isnt something I ever feel towards anyone, not even sickos, so maybe the words were a bit strong for me.
But what I have found is with each bad occurrance a little piece of my feelings about our relationship breaks. We've been separated several times and I always fall back into the whole deal, but each time a little less with a little less involvement in his issues. Maybe one day Ill wake up and simply find there's nothing left, for today there is still hope.