Quote: H left for a work trip when the baby was just a week or two old. It was late on a Thursday evening. I was alone with my two little ones, laid the baby down on his back for just a moment, and he spit up and started choking. He was coughing and struggling for air, and scared me to death. I called 9-1-1 and asked for an ambulance—we live in a rural area, and I didn’t want help to be too far away if the baby got worse. As soon as the paramedics arrived, my little boy started breathing normally, and everything was fine, but I was (obviously) very shaken. I tried calling H. No answer. I now realize that he was with OW.
Ouch! I cringe when I hear things like that because there were times in my M where I wasn't around at some crucial point. I wasn't with an OW, I was always faithful, but I was always working or pursuing one of my hobbies/activities. I know this affected my W greatly because she still brings it up in conversation and how I wasn't there to help/support/comfort/ or protect her during stressful events in our M.
I really do look back on things and realize I could have done better. I could have taken work off when something was important to her. I could have skipped a particular activity I wanted to do that day. I could have dropped everything to assist her with a need she had with the kids, etc.
I look back and know this is an area I did have failings in and probably a contributing factor to our separation. I hope you H realizes what he has before it's to late.
"It is curious that physical courage should be so common in the world and moral courage so rare." -Mark Twain
