I told my husband I'm leaving him last night.
I find it so surreal that this marriage has failed so early on. Yet at the same time I'm mad at myself for not calling off the wedding when I knew I should have. Nine months. We barely lasted nine months.
He is too young. He needs a few years to just live for himself, because that's all he knows how to do. He doesn't know how to be a husband. He doesn't want to learn. I am merely another pet, like our cat. Something he can ignore for hours on end, then come upstairs and pat on the head. Then leave again.
This isn't the life I want for myself and I think I'm doing a disservice to us both by staying.
I will complete school. I will get certified. I will get a good job and I will leave.
In six months, it's all over.
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