This is all new to me. Last time, I flatly refused the possibility that he would not come home. So I never tried to separate myself. I had no job when he left, nothing to really be proud of, so I had no complex like I was not good enough.
Now, the more I think about my H the more I cringe. If he was a stranger I would never, in a million years, pick him. I would pick the man I married, but not this man.
Me: 42 H: 45 M: 18 yrs T: 20 yrs D: 17 D: 15 S: 12 I kicked him out 8/21/15 I will DB until March 21st 2017, that is it!