Home from another day at work. The very first thing I do is run to my computer to see what everybody has been doing today.
SA & CW - My husband was the kindest, most remorseful man you ever saw. His letters to me from Iraq, his cards and phone calls, all said how he was so sorry and how happy he was that I had stuck it out for him. That he would never hurt me like that again. That he would never put his job in front of me again.
Since his return, our focus has been on his impending retirement, which we knew was coming up. I have always been in charge of finances, and had it down to nothing but our house pymt and utilities. We've worked very well together as a loving team. The stress began to show about December, when they made him the NCOIC of Ft. Chaffee. The depression and drinking became worse.
Long story short, I am taking a letter to my lawyer explaining just how I have been a loving, supportive, working wife all these years, and that I will do anything to avoid divorce. I erased the part about he could have one when I was damn good and ready - made me sound like a bitter old bit#h. I know in this state you cannot keep someone from a divorce if they want one, you can only stall. And I am going to stall with all the grace and love that I can to the lawyers and judge - until after November 16th, at which time I get full insurance benefits for life, and am planning to clean his clock.
I do still love the man I married. I just don't know where he is. It's his job to find his way back to me. God's will will never take me where God's love does not protect me.
