So yesterday evening the hubby and I got a job spreading 50 bales of pine straw in someone's yard. Made decent money, so we're happy. I worked and sweated and fought the shakes for 2 1/2 hours. THAT was my exercise.
Earlier in the day, I cleaned house. My best friend is coming so I'm cleaning any and every thing. Just want the house to look neat and orderly. Not that MY house ever has, but it gave me something to do.
Looks like quitting smoking is eaiser the second time. My urges to smoke are less.
I explained to the hubby again last night about going to college and staying here with the house and all. He's one pissed off person. At the end of last night he had my crying because he told me that he's ultimately just not happy with me and pretty much won't ever be. I have done everything for him for so long. My mind flashes back to the promise ring and the night he gave it to me. My engagement ring, my wedding band, our children... all these milestones that he will just toss to the side b/c he REFUSES to treat me better. And I cried so bitter, "it's all me and no one will ever love me. I'm broken."
Then I stopped that crap. Someone somewhere will love and appreciate my humor, my unwillingness to mop, my intelligence, my fears, my strengths, my size, and all that other stuff. AND I CANNOT WAIT TO FIND HIM! Go ahead, divorce me. ::breathes deep:: I'm gonna cry and doubt myself -what's new- but it's like being paroled. And one of these days, I won't have to report to him anymore and I can start again.
I don't want to try to make this work anymore. Should I?