Words from the null.

Approximately ten years ago, I knew my marriage of fourteen years was in trouble. My husband and I hadn't been on the same page for years, flights to amsterdam and although we remained friends, the chemistry just wasn't there for us. He was abusive to the kids, and had an air of authority that undermined our well-being. I knew he was a good man at heart, but there was no compromising in his goals and beliefs. We belonged to a church, which he claimed to center his life upon, but he wasn't following the ways of life he was learning and preaching. He tried to be a certain person to 'fool' the church on Sundays, but Monday through Saturday, his family knew a very different man. No manner of begging, pleading, or fighting would make a difference, and I knew in my heart, it was over. We had two kids together, a boy and a girl, the boy being the oldest by three years. My husband was the hardest on our son, flights to paris and it would break my heart to watch their interactions with each other, or lack there-of. I stayed because I really didn't know what else to do. I had so many dreams of what my life should be, and what I wanted, but I left them as dreams. There were many nights that I cried myself to sleep thinking that I was a bad wife for wanting something other than what I had. My husband had lied to me quite a few times of his whereabouts, flights to phoenix and for all intents and purposes, it appeared as if he was having several relationships with different women. To this day he denies it, but evidence and circumstances tell otherwise.