It is weird, this morning I looked back at my life with him. All the silent treatments I went through, all the pain he caused me throughout our marriage, all the misery. Nothing physical, it was a mental torture. Now that I have all the good reasons to say "I had enough" why do I hesitate.
It seems today it is slowly sinking in. Facts are facing me.
Left my home yesterday, staying at my sisters house 2.5 hours away. Far enough that he will not drop in unexpectedly. Far enough from him to help me think straight.
He loves me, that I know, but I need more than that now. I need him to get on his fucking knees and do whatever I ask him to do. Anything. But he won't. Why?