I can't say I was shocked. I can't say I wasn't warned by those smarter than me that this would happen. I guess these are my two big tests in life...a crappy marriage and a crappy colon. In all fairness, this is exactly what the big guns therapists told me would happen...now that I've prioritized taking care of myself, he is not happy that he now has to do more than just exist around here. Listen, if this wasn't a marriage that I invested 12 years in and if he wasn't the father of my children, id have told him goodbye a really long time ago. We were even seperated earlier this year...and I was exposed to what my life was going to be like without him...the state awarded me $100/week child support (for 3 kids), and I had to give up any sence of normalcy in the house with all the screwed up visitation that not only was heartbreaking for me, but too stressful and frankly unjust. Why would I sign myself up for that kind of misery and stress when my husband was begging to come home? So I let him. Now he realizes that I was serious when I told him he was coming home on two conditions...no hitting and he will be providing for the family financially. The former he's doing fine with, its the latter that has him stressed and making comments like this to me. I guess hell just have to learn to like it that he finally (at age 41) has to grow the f_ck up.
Thanks for listening and being here, guys. The Klonopin was really starting to get old...