A couple of weeks ago I made an appointment to see my GP.
I walked into the waiting room to see my mother in law sitting there.
I turned round, walked back to my car, phoned the surgery and told them I'd been detained at work. The receptionist was very nice, told me not to worry as the doctor was running late anyway.
I couldn't face her, more to the point I knew it would get back to my wife that I'd been in there, and I'd be greeted with the old "you never tell me anything" line. And I don't have a comeback to that, because, well, I don't feel that I *can* tell her anything. Every problem I have, she has a worse one. And if I dare to suggest everything is less than 100% sweetness and light, "if you're not happy xxxx off".
Now I'm afraid that if I go again I'll see her in there again and the cycle starts again. I know it's an irrational fear but (and I know how stupid this sounds) I panic at the thought of going to the surgery now.
Meanwhile I just don't feel I can face people, either face to face or virtually. I haven't dared post on here for weeks, I've binned most of my other accounts again, and after a slating on Facebook a couple of weeks ago, I've just about severed all contact. I'm on the verge of giving up. I don't know what to do, what to think, I don't even know who or what I am any more.
If you have got this far, thank you.