Some.of you know my story with my husband. Today I reached my limit. 2 days ago my mum told me she had cancer. I reached out to hubby on fb. This morning he read the message but didn’t respond. I’d also been told he told his boss this part of his life was finished and he wouldn’t talk about it. Also he was back in our area. I spent so much of the day playing detective trying to find him.
Then I realised I’d hit a brick wall I’d tried everything to save our 9 month marriage. So I messaged him ending it.
I already regret it bit have to stick to my decision. I feel like I’ve let him down in so many ways. We had a great relationship with ups n downs. He told me last year he never wanted his mental health to ruin us and now it has I pushed for 7 weeks and now I’m a broken mess. I feel like a complete failier who stills married for only 9 months. I now have his last name a constant reminder which I can’t undo. I hate this. That being pushed so far to have to end it. I don’t know what to do next. Nothing makes sense anymore. I hate mental health.
Also now I have to figure out what to do with all his stuff. Truck bike tools, how to transform the yard back from massive gardens to lawn. Why did this have to happen. Why couldn’t he just let me be there while he got help.