I see my last post illicited some various views and opinions. I respect them all. But for the life of me, I don't feel angry. I do feel frustrated and need to rant occasionally, and ya'll are always here for me. As I see it right now, I just want it over and done with. I'm not fighting. Come November 17th, I'm signing the papers.
Ladies, that is not simply the Hollywood version of love. H & I had that. All the time. Think the same things at the same times, finish each other's sentences. Think of each other and the phone would ring and it would be him, etc. ad nauseum.
Grit you are exactly right about the shot through the heart where his destructive behavior has led him. I can't understand it, and, as all have said, it's his problem, not mine. I can't fix him.
We will always have certain things in common; our kids, our grands, and perhaps they will make peace with him some day. I don't know. I wasn't part of their decision about him, nor his decision where they are concerned.
Right now, the only thing I'm protecting and building a life for is me. If that means I'm not standing, I guess I'm not. It doesn't mean I wouldn't put him out if he was on fire. I'd put him out, call the ambulance, ride with him to the hospital, and wait until he was better. But those are things I'd do for anybody I knew.
He wants a divorce. The only thing that will stop it now, is him.
