Marriage to me was what I had growing up. My parents were great, with or without the struggles they faced. When my Dad passed away, my Mom had been his nurse and stayed by him. My Dad fought to be with us. He loved us so much. Their love is something you rarely find. They never gave up on eachother. Even though my Dad has been gone for some years, my Mom has never let that love go and I believe my Dad is always with her.
So, divorce was not an option for me. Not because my family said, "no" but because I was determined; am determined, to make it work. The saying however, that it takes two to tango applies here. I can't be the only one willing to try, change, work for our union to pass the test of time. Right now, I don't know where we stand. I've moved out of our bedroom and into a room of my own. I have asked him to leave twice already, with him actually leaving once. We've had screaming fights, said hurtful things. I frankly can't say how much I trust him to be honest with me anymore. He's lied to me several times with a straight face and a promise to God. I; on the other hand, I am brutally honest with him. He takes issue with my oldest son, pushing him away. He has a bad temper, that leads to near physical confrontations with my teen. My son says he hate's him. Our first born together; now 2 used to worship him. That changed drastically when he began showing his temper and acting aggresively toward the boy's terrible two tantrums. He can't handle the noise, crying, the being "bothered" when wanting to watch t.v. or sleep. He critizes my weight, tells me I don't know how to dress and what I need to dress in. He gets angry when I use phrases like.."I told you a million times." He has expectations of us, the house, the world I guess, that is not full-filled. He takes so much pride in how he looks to certain people, that if our children throw even a minor tantrum, or I say the wrong thing he is embarrassed and he will only show it through closed doors. Everything needs to be hidden. He loves himself, his car, his job, his friends/co-workers, too much.
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| Work doesn't always pay by the dollar |
I don't have a paying job, I am a stay-at-home mother. I work all day cleaning our home, raising our children, preparing them for pre-school, arguing with my teen and listening to his complaints about what other kids can do and he can't, and how rules suck. I try to fit a nap in, but that's dangerously impossible because if one of the boys get up before I do who knows what he will get in to. I try to motivate myself to excersise, so I go on walks with the boys. I'm so tired, that most times I skip out and find it easier to eat something sweet to make me happy. I shy away from parties, but I love to take the boys on family trips. I love the reaction of the kids when they see the ocean, the boats, or large trucks. Going to the store to buy art or items for the house is fun. I love decorating every detail, a clean house, the holiday excitement, and birthdays. The kids and I cuddle up and read or we dance to " Imagination Movers." I get up at 2:30 in the morning to have time to myself and even then I'm still on FT Mommy duty.
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| He's like a Chameleon, always changing. |
The husband and I have become a contrast. We can't see eye to eye, and I don't know if we really love eachother anymore. He looks at me with irritation, disgust, and boredom. I stay away from him. He likes to control everything, and ignore me. I let him do it, and I can't anymore. I know the right thing is to move forward with our lives and concentrate on the boys. Our lives, our "personal" lives needs to change. He needs to check his priorities and get some anger management. I need to find the strength inside to leave him alone.









