For me the lack of trust, love and intimacy has reached the stage of a new level of normal.
I expect nothing.
Dinner is not what he wants-then its cold-now its my tone of voice when I serve it- now its on the floor. In the morning he wants his coffee and some play-time.
This is predictable chaos.
I don't believe it will ever change.
I do have hope for my future.
Work your program.
I'm no longer chasing the puck. Instead I am watching its path and predicting the probable outcome.