I'm not quite smiling yet, but I do know the less I have to deal with him the better I feel. I'm learning to have it be about me, the kids.
At one point I felt about my marriage like Charleton Heston did about gun control. His famous bumpersticker, "I'll give you my gun when you take it from my cold, dead hands". My approach.. I'll hang on til it kills me. Hmmmmm. At one point I felt I could wait him out, wait for his relationship to implode, for him to come to his senses, for him to be willing to work at our marriage.
As this has progressed I ask myself why I would choose to be with someone who left emotionally and physically. He's taken care of us financially of which I am thankful.
No need for me to die holding onto something that isn't. Time to live and find the world outside.. step by baby step.
