Staying in soul-sucking relationships
Leaving my spoiled, selfish, ex-husband was traumatic. We had a young son together and enjoyed a good lifestyle with two respectable incomes; he was a marine engineer and I was a high-ranking civil servant.
When we married, my two daughters were preteens. As much as folks exaggerate claims about their bio children, my girls were ‘A’ students, exceptional athletes, hard workers (they had jobs outside the home since each of them were fourteen years old) and had been washing dishes, doing laundry and prepping meals from the time that they were capable; four and five years old.
My European husband criticized his stepdaughters from the get-go. Finally, when my then fifteen-year stood up to him, let him know how much she despised him and left our home to stay with my mother, I made up my mind to leave.
I was overweight; joined Weight Watchers and lost twenty pounds. Started working out and became muscular and fit. Changed my boring hairstyle! I began to put money away every week in order to have enough saved for first and last month’s rent.
There came a point when I looked at myself in the mirror and said, “I’m done with this pain and I’m ready!” The rest is history.
Eventually, I found my uxorious, kind, loving and forever man. My daughters adore him and quite rightly so. He helped pay for elder girl’s wedding and, pretty much, financed younger daughter’s final year of university. Dare I mention that he could kiss for the Olympics, were such an event possible.
To those trapped in an unwholesome marriage, there is hope! Talk to Rags!