One of Those Weeks

It was Easter this last weekend so The Man and I went to my family's house for a big dinner and everything went so well. I am so lucky to have someone that is so wonderful with my family. But something was wrong the next morning. I was unhappy, I realized that something isn't all there in my relationship. I am feeling like the effort I am putting in and the love I'm expressing is just not coming back to me. I know he loves me, I'm just not sure he loves me enough, and if he does, he can't say it. Now I know he has history, he was burned pretty badly in his marriage and I know it still follows him, but I am feeling like I walk on egg shells around him. When we got home I told him I was unhappy and that I needed a few days. That was Tuesday and we haven't spoken since. I'm still trying to figure out what to do. Do I give up and walk away and say goodbye to the most amazing person I have ever let into my life? Do I continue to compromise my happiness, afraid to say or do the wrong thing? I miss him, but I also feel like I've already walked away.
In the midst of all this I've received my latest Visa bill. Now in Feb. I noticed strange charges on my credit card-I don't use it all that often so when I get a bigger bill than normal I look twice. It seems my credit card number was taken from somewhere and someone has been using my identity. Kind of a creepy feeling. I have been dealing off and on with the company to try and get the charges reversed. As of yesterday I gave them a list of all the charges that were not mine and now the investigation team will review them. As it stands my bill is over $1300. I make very little and so this amount is quite substantial to me. In total about $400 of that amount are from charges made by me so yesterday I paid $200 until payday comes and I can pay off the rest. Today I get a phone call from Visa (because I didn't get enough of them yesterday) and they tell me I'm 60 days late on my payments and I need to start paying. Now I'm not the nicest of people in the best of times but this poor guy caught me after a 14 hour nightshift where I had been spit at, yelled at and caught in the middle of a domestic dispute. I was probably a little hard on the guy, in fact, I called back in preparation to apologize but realized I never actually got his name. So dear Visa man, if you happen to read this I'm sorry I was such a bitch, but its been a long night.
Well I have to admit, this outlet is really working for me (and this is only my second post). Ranting without being interrupted is a beautiful thing!