I guess one person’s idea of Jesus would have preferred that I die.
The kids are doing much better than they would have as survivors, or if they had lived in a house like I grew up in, with the solid wall of tension lurking just inside the front door.
I can’t see staying with anyone that makes you that unhappy. Shakes head. I’ve considered leaving my husband before—who hasn’t? We stuck it out because we weren’t that unhappy—just your normal, everyday disagreements.
Besides, I always told him that if I left, I didn’t want alimony or child support. I just wanted him to take the kids! Joking of course, but at the time, the kids were little. Oldest son is severely ADD, daughter was great but extremely bright, needed lots of stimulation, and youngest son was colicky. He slept about 4 hours out of 24, in half hour naps. The rest of the time he screamed.
I can laugh now, but for a couple of years, I was walking dead.