Approximately 3 days ago? I seperated from my husband. I came out of the bathroom and made the choice to just come out with it - I was tired of living like we were seperated without the understanding that we were... We sat on the couch and I told him after a few long moments of silence that "I don't think I can do this anymore..."... He argued with me on and off, his main topics included but were not limited to:
- Him: "You've dwelled to much on this?
- Me: Of course I have, if I'd made the choice in the snap of a finger, you'd be concerned
- Him: "It's winter and it's dark and people get most depressed this time of year"
- Me: I've been feeling this way for some time... Pretty much since we got married... Hardle seasonal.
- Him: "
We then fast forward to last night where he decides to tell my 9 year old, who's suffered through this once before, he comes out and says to me" "So, are you gonna tell her?" I look at him blankly and ask "Tell her what?!" He obviously means us breaking up, he then calls her out (keep in mind that she'd just been punished for hitting her brother on the head with a baseball repetitively, so she was on a time out) - she comes out and he looks at me ans asks me again if I am gonna tell her, I'm still confused and then he turns to her and says "Remember when you and mommy and little brother didn't live here before?" She comes back with a hesitant-confused "yes", he then says "Well, it's gonna happen agian - Mommy doesn't love daddy anymore"... That was it, end of story, she started balling - just freaking out - I hugged her and I admit, I glared at him since that was a crass, mean, cruel way to handle it!!! We were all standing, them on one side of the couch and me on the other... How could he do that to her?!?!?!?!? After I went in and comforted her and told her we'd be okay...
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