Bo...lol.. your behind.. Rick.. is my husband.. of 18 years. We split up..
Let me copy and paste exactly why.. from another thread..posted a month ago..
"For the most part you all know most of what goes on in my life, but my mother raised me that you don't tell all of your "bidness",, so you all don't get to be privy to my innermost workings.. so what I am about to say might come as somewhat as a surprise to you all.
I have been married for 17 years, 18 years together. When things are good they are very good, when they are bad, which more often than not, they are, they are very bad.
My husband is never happy, he is always complaining, moody, up, down, nothing is ever good enough. His moods are like a light switch.. we walk on egg shells.
Most days I just stay away from him, as he works alot, and I have my own interests. We went the route of meds, and therapy.. the meds only work if he takes them.. and he was of the opinion that *I don't have a problem.. everybody else has a problem*
He has to want to be better...
The day Jarred died... we had passes to go see Iron Man.. Blake and I wanted to take Jarred with us.. since we already had our passes, Rick complained.. and to keep the peace, since one little incident could send him in a tailspin, and we would all pay dearly all weekend if we displeased him, I just said "OK" and didn't put up a fight..
Jarred ended up going to the river and drowned.
I blame Rick.. I blame me..
I know Rick didn't push him in the water..but had I been a stronger person, and he had a keener grasp on what it's like to be a functioning member of society.. things might be different.
I can't stand to have that man touch me, be near me, or even address me.. just to hear him breath makes me want to vomit.
It's been almost 2 months.. we are now separated. Yes I am single..YES!!!! The day I made the decision.. Rick had pushed me to the point that I actually contemplated putting a 9MM in my mouth. For those of you that know me personally, you know what a happy person I am, and how keen I am on self preservation. What stopped me was Blake and my Bunnies... I know that sounds terrible Christian isn't in the mix..but Christian and I just aren't close, and most days, Christian acts as if he could care less if the rest of us live or die.
It's like this huge burden has been lifted off me...and my kids..
What pushed me to the point of separation was Greg.. Ty's Daddy..
No I am not in love with him.. no, I don't want him... but the man comes over here.. lends a hand without being asked. Gets a job done pronto. Things go wrong, He cusses once, and fixes it. End of story. Ty does something wrong, he corrects him, and goes on, he doesn't ride his ass for the next 3 days..
I didn't know men acted like that..I didn't know men could be so... normal..
I want that.. I don't necessarily want another man.. ever.. but when and if I do.. I now know they aren't all dysfunctional.
I realize this is all pretty extreme, but the point I am getting across is... I thought I could fix it, I thought I could fix him.. for 18 years.. and you just gotta ask yourself.. do you wanna be 35.. 2 kids.. saggy butt, and miserable.. wondering where your life went?
I just woke up one day and realized that I either have to poop or get off the pot..
I am gonna leave you with a quote from a movie that Peg remind me of... from You Got Mail..
*Is there someone else?*
*No.. but there is the dream of someone else.*
In my case.. there is the dream of someone else.. who is normal.. and maybe that *someone* is just normalcy in itself, and not anyone in particular.
I will be thinking of you..
Z"
So now.. a blast from my past has come back.. well he never really left..and Rick and have started proceedings to divorce..and I am all smitten over the Vet...lemmie go get That post..
"Squidward is my own personal 6ft7 Tex-Aussie DVM Goodness..
I was telling Peg that when I first met him over 12 years ago, I was so enchanted with his accent, I made him read my car manual to me...
*In case of frontal impact the drivers side airbag will deploy mate..aye*
Ok so it wasn't like that.. but you get the drift....*sigh*
I use to be like *c'mon dog.. sneeze... burp.. do something.. you MUST go to the vet...heh*
How can I not resist this face? Best part.. he doesn't scream all the time and make me want to off myself..
Yet..he is still a man you know..
SO... does that catch you up? LOL...
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