Well I never thought I'd see this day. Since I was 10 years old my parents have never agreed on anything. The last thing they DID agree on was to get a divorce.
How friggin ironic is it that my mother just echoed my father's opinion. She said I need to file.
She got a bit crappy about my husband. Brought up the past, as if I don't recall it. She talked about the early years in the apartment when he drank so much and gave me $100/wk to buy groceries/gas/household products.
I said "You know, Mom, just because Jeff didn't take me back doesn't make him a bad person...".
Perhaps it doesn't make him a coward either.
Maybe he's just a man that was forced out of love.
