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.
With this one sentence, you beautifully describe the reason I was finally able to just. let. go.
This man? There is nothing I admire about him at all. The fact that he chose to become this man? I don't know what to think - other than he must be mentally ill in some way. He has become exactly what he swore not to...so very strange.
