I'm laying in bed next to a man who makes me feel fat, ugly, unattractive, lazy, and sub human. Who thinks drinking a bottle of wine after work and 8 cans of cider each weekend day is not a drink problem. Who thinks having sex twice a month is 'a lot of sex'
This is a man who thought nothing of spending £1600 on a selfish personal purchase when me and the kids were crying out for a break because of the stress we've been under. That he's bought 3 cars that have had to be scrapped because they are pieces of shit. That refuses to let me get a new mattress even though this one is over 15 years old and I have spinal arthritis.
This is a man who left me to miscarry alone and yelled at me when I returned from hospital the day before it happened because I had 'embarrassed him in front of his friends' and then has the audacity to tell me 'it wasn't alive it had no heart beat' (I found out at 9 weeks it's heart has stopped and had had two scans in the two weeks preceding it) and that I couldn't possibly understand how hard it's been for him living with me since then as i 'need to stop dwelling on it'
This is a man who refuses to do anything with the children, sulks if we go out for the day and he can't drink and yells at them for playing quietly together.
I need to leave. I need to not be embarrassed that we've barely been married coming up for 18 months, wake up and realise this piece of shit is not what I want in my life any more.
So why can't I leave? What the fuck am I doing still here?