Basically every fear and doubt I had, he named it. But he didn’t want to move out bc he didn’t have money for his own place ( he finally moved when I had a breakdown and my parents told him he had to be out in a month). I had to pay for the divorce, I am barely making it on the DDS and alimony after house payment, bills and doc bills. It has been 5 years and I still feel so broken, empty and sad. All my “friends” left bc I am unreliable about plans bc of my illnesses. So I am also horribly lonely. I try to see a positive future but after 5 yrs of horrible trama, I just can’t right now.
Let me start with I LOVED MY HUSBAND more then anything. As far as I could find out, he cheated on me twice. The first time, he had left a chat up on the computer from a Facebook “friend”. To read those words, how they looked forward to seeing each other again and he couldn’t leave me yet, (even though she begged and he told her he thought of her everyday). I closed the Laptop and walked away. It took me a few hours to finally say something bc I was in complete shock.
He said they only talked, nothing ever happened and he would break it off immediately. I found her number, called her and asked her what happened: she said what do you think happened, but he won’t leave me), almost like I won? Fast forward 2 years, I was barely holding on, my weight dropped to 115, 5′10, I cried all the time daily. My health fell apart and after almost dying, I decided to quit my job (15 yrs)and work on our marriage of almost 20 years. 6 months after I left my job, I was DX with Lupus (SLE). I was sick all the time . All of a sudden he had all these work hrs, I mean leaving at 5 am, getting home 11 or 12 at night, where he would eat a sandwich and fall asleep in 30min. I started checking phone records and he was texting someone ALL day.
Forward to a higher time, around a day after I struck my mind, we had been at my grandma’s house due to her birthday and my head started to truly hurt, also it would not end, no pill or something would assist, plus I started vomiting once again. My moms and dads took me to the hospital right away, they told another medical practitioner whatever occurred and he said I should get a tomography, used to do, and I had several clots, between my mind and skull, pushing every little thing around. A couple of hours later on I’d two surgeries, and a one few days data recovery on hospital and monthly at home.