Thanks again, guys! I know its sooo cliche, but I truly did not know what a jerk he was when I married him. I was 19!
Turned out to be an alcoholic in denial of his disease, verbally abusive, mommy's boy. But I loved him. Love is such an irrational thing. I am working very hard with a therapist and on my own to understand why I got into and stayed in this relationship and to become a stronger, wiser person.
Honestly, I think the relationship was doomed, however, the relationship really started to crumble when his mother HIT my dog, Louis, (while also intoxicated of course) and my husband's reaction was to say 'don't worry about it.'
What can I say, I still love him, but he did me a giant favor by leaving...because I never would have left. And I will never, ever take him back. Luckily, we had no kids and he didn't even try and get custody of the dogs because he knows he can't even take care of himself!
I am just pulling myself up, each day, working on being happy with me and so, so grateful for the support of you wonderful Yorkie Talkers!
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Roving dogs do not indicate the civilization or compassion of the society; they betray on the contrary the ignorance and lethargy of its members. -Ghandi |