Halfway Home
My best friend Camille sent me a link today that I can stamp as fact with my Jenny stamp for being true.
It was about the lack of mens commitment when their wife gets a serious illness. You can find it here.
When I got diagnosed with Fibro a lot of things changed in my marriage, and not for the good. It was around that time Brendan started to distance himself from me. I noticed he would spend more time in the basement, and less quality time with me. On my bad days he would take out his frustrations of my illness on me because he said he didn’t have anyone else to talk to. I noticed that I was walking on egg shells around him more, and his drinking gradually became more frequent.
It got to the point where we were not spending any time together, those egg shells I was walking on became glass, and the drinking had become a nightly occurance.
Toward the end of our marriage, I asked him if we could spend one night a month together. He said it was a lot to ask for and he didn’t know if he could commit to it because of work (he works part-time at Publix)
I guess a person just knows when it’s over and it was that moment I knew I had to get out of that toxic environment, and that my marriage was over.
