Sharing and venting.

The sharing part . . .

I posted this picture earlier on my FB page, but my daughter was not happy about the way her hair looks (I think it's pretty!!), so I took the picture down. But I really wanted to share this moment in time because my family looks so happy and healthy in this picture. This was 2007, before our life started to crumble.

I keep thinking, "The Way We Were"

The photo made me smile when I found it, and it is relevant today because my daughter is wearing a shirt that we bought at Old Navy - - now the place of her summer employment. I thought she would get a kick out of seeing it - - wrong again!!!!

I realized that this was the final year that we were happy as a family.

It was almost exactly a year from the time this photo was taken, in 2007, to the time my husband's career started to eat us up. It slowly nibbled away until there was nothing left of him, and consequently, nothing left of us. He denies that this was a pivotal point, but I believe it was, and I'm sorry that I didn't insist that we seek help. Hindsight, as they say.

The venting part . . .

We are still married in the eyes of the law for another few weeks, but my husband has so successfully removed himself from any connection to me that if they gave out awards, he would be the big winner. He made a fifteen-hour road trip recently, which I just found out about, to the DC area; went to visit our daughter, but failed to mention any of it to me. That is such an incredible disconnect, that it makes me shudder.

We still own a house together. He has left me here (probably thinking how lucky I should feel) to manage, pay for, and care for, all on my own. He refuses to help with the maintenance or to contribute to pay for help. He wants profits from the sale, but he doesn't want the burden or the responsibility until then. For him not to have called to ask if I needed any help, or to mention that he visited our daughter, is the perfect example of who he has become.

I keep finding myself in situations where people want to have their cake and eat it, too, and screw anyone that may get hurt. I'm tired of being treated with such disrespect.