Hi all, I did not know where else to turn. I have BPII and finally after 8 years of wrong diagnosis, etc I feel that I am on the right track until my husband of 28 years decided to leave me. He said he has not been happen for a long time BUT there is also another woman involved that...
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A Big Group Hug
kimmyscave
Thursday, October 09, 2008 at 08:20 PM
Honey, change the locks. Never mind the other woman if you can. I wish mine had one after the years he's put up with me. He never did bother to educate himself about my illness and he wanted me to find it in myself to just get myself fixed up, and I need him and love him and still want to depend on him, but I finally have a boundary. One boundary. My house is my house. The court may decide next week that he will get it back and I'll be stuck with my mom and her 9 cats, but for now I am standing, I am alone for the first time in my life, caring for my son, not feeling bad about not being "normal". I am wearing my pjs still from last night and not worried about what he would say. I'm done. He's not ready for a new life yet, but I've got to get one or go mad trying to make something new out of the place I've been banging my head against for so long. He wants to be with his son too, but not enough to learn how to treat me like a full fledged parent and adult. He has always lived in "his" house and told me I could leave anytime. Well, it took the sherrif and a high priced lawyer paid with plastic, but he can't come into my house whenever he wants to any more. One less thing! Hope your heart heals, just make sure to take care of your mind, it's a terrible thing to waste!
Honey, change the locks. Never mind the other woman if you can. I wish mine had one after the years he's put up with me. He never did bother to educate himself about my illness and he wanted me to find it in myself to just get myself fixed up, and I need him and love him and still want to depend on him, but I finally have a boundary. One boundary. My house is my house. The court may decide next week that he will get it back and I'll be stuck with my mom and her 9 cats, but for now I am standing, I am alone for the first time in my life, caring for my son, not feeling bad about not being "normal". I am wearing my pjs still from last night and not worried about what he would say. I'm done. He's not ready for a new life yet, but I've got to get one or go mad trying to make something new out of the place I've been banging my head against for so long. He wants to be with his son too, but not enough to learn how to treat me like a full fledged parent and adult. He has always lived in "his" house and told me I could leave anytime. Well, it took the sherrif and a high priced lawyer paid with plastic, but he can't come into my house whenever he wants to any more. One less thing! Hope your heart heals, just make sure to take care of your mind, it's a terrible thing to waste!