Well so much to catch up on. This once mid twenty something has had a now almost two years old. No, not married of course. Just surviving. A day to day life in my world seems to have shriveled to not much more than stressing, breathing, eating (a lot) and loving this small being I've created. She's incredible. The kind of love I've always wanted. Eternal, endless, fearless. Nothing can or ever will surpass that.
Now dealing with the skeletons in my closet. I've hidden myself from the outside world hoping that each day would just go by. But I can't just let it go by. Not for her sake. He's taken it to a whole new level. Abuse. Abusive. Ahhh the dreaded word. He wonders why I don't want to love him. Coming home drunk, wasting what little money we have. For what? Nothing. Selfishness. He doesn't ask how my days are. Or how I'm feeling. He doesn't care. It's always about him. Get this! He thinks he's the greatest thing on earth! Imagine that. Oh, what it must be like to be him! On top of the world!
But instead of being humble, and a caring father he's wasting precious moments drinking. Flirting. Being disgusting. I love this man. Don't get me wrong. I just wish he was the same man I first met. The man who was a great father, and partner.
We used to be a team.