My husband has gone. I made him go. He was awful.
Our marriage resulted in three children - one of whom isn't born yet - and I hate the fact I have children with him. Hate the fact he hated me. He must have to have treated me so awfully.
I'm left wondering - where was my pride, self respect, dignity? Why did I crawl around him begging and whining for kindness?
Why am I so weak that I still love him?
Why doesn't anyone love me?
I know the above is whiny and indulgent. I just know some of you might understand x