A Cautionary Tale

I can’t seem to prevent my own demise, confined to this marriage as I seem to be. Just days after my to-be-ex-husband was handed his half of the divorce papers, he asked me to give him a chance, and he said he didn’t want me to go, and that he wanted me to go to marriage counseling with him. I believe him, so I am staying.

When I got married, I didn’t get married with the provision that when the going got tough, I would get going. But things got pretty rough, and after thirteen years, it seemed like my only option. However, I feel like I need to be open about my relationship.

I need people to see what I am going through because I feel that somewhere out there, if I can prevent anyone from letting things get this bad, to keep bad things going for so very long, then my troubles would have served a purpose.

So my blog will take a new direction. It’s not only going to chronicle the issues of my life as a mother and an evil stepmother. It will also chronicle the issues that I confront in being married to this man.

He can’t be the only emotionally stunted male in the world in a relationship. I am not a prize peach; I have plenty of issues and baggage, but I am at least aware of and own my baggage and try to find ways to improve and overcome the things that hold me back.

So does that make me a better person? I hope so, and I am tired of apologizing to him for it. So from here on out, I am not apologizing for being me. He had his out; he asked me to stay.

I hope he realizes that the gloves are off and it’s no holds barred from here on out. I hope I am not making a colossal mistake.