Leaving

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.