Wow. So much to say, feeling speechless actually. The gist? Went on a road trip and the hubby had the worst mental breakdown yet. Things got so bad I had to take the kiddos and leave. The name calling was horrendous and at one point he even picked up the hotel tv and held it over my head. I got in the car with the kids and have not seen him since. That was over three weeks ago. We've spoken and he has started therapy, . . . It's about fucking time. Me? I'm angry. The relationship is broken and the trust is just about gone. It feels horrible. We are speaking tonight to discuss living situation. I have asked him to move out however I don't believe he has the mental awareness or capacity to execute such a thing. Even if it means his kids won't get the comfort of their home. Ugh. I'm in a quandary and each day feels difficult. I also know that life rains on us and then the skies clear and the sun comes out. I keep reminding myself to live one day at a time and the answers will come. I know all is ok, I am safe and I am loved, and that, my friends, is the most important.
If my kid can keep with the thumbs up, so can I.
Namaste
