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Tink04
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I'm really struggling this weekend with my decision to divorce.
I was at the counselors yesterday. I'm feeling an immense amount of pressure to continue to try and work this out with my stbx.
He told me that to get over a mountain you have to keep extending the rope, by doing something different, and try again. He says that Edison did the light bulb experiment 2000 times before he succeeded.
I have extended that rope for more then two years now. I don't want to try any more. Trying to live with an abusive person is way different from a light bulb experiment. I'm tired of wanting, hoping, praying for something and having my hopes bashed. "Hope deferred makes the heart sick" My heart is sick from doing this.
The counselor has told me, recently, things like..... I have an adult child, That he finally caught a glimpse of my husbands heart. (When he was talking about someone else). Dr Phil's line "How do you know he's lying?? His lips are moving."
That with this personality disorders, He can be different, but I really can't expect him to be.
This, along with all the stuff that keeps happening, is not very encouraging to me. Yet he still tries to get me to work on this marriage.
He's not one of those radicalists that that will tell you to keep your marriage together at all cost. He is very for marriage and doesn't encourage divorce. But he does say he will help me if I want a divorce.
I don't want to deal with this any more. I'm tired of his back and forth "I love you. You are the best person in the world" Then when he gets upset. The name calling, the put downs and how I'm the worst comes out.
I don't want to be abused any more. I don't want to wonder is something good or bad is going to happen this time. I want to be able to have my own opinions and desires. To make my own choices. To be able to do things because I want to, not because he decides to allow me to.
I'm not going to be one of those women who keep bouncing in and out of an abusive relationship. It's not good for me and it would be even worse for my kids.
I don't expect him to be perfect, but I do expect certain things not to happen. But they keep happening.
He's been nice and generous to me lately, so I'm having a hard time. It gets that little bit of hope that is still alive. The part of me that still hopes he's going to change.
I want to believe him, but I don't.
I was at the counselors yesterday. I'm feeling an immense amount of pressure to continue to try and work this out with my stbx.
He told me that to get over a mountain you have to keep extending the rope, by doing something different, and try again. He says that Edison did the light bulb experiment 2000 times before he succeeded.
I have extended that rope for more then two years now. I don't want to try any more. Trying to live with an abusive person is way different from a light bulb experiment. I'm tired of wanting, hoping, praying for something and having my hopes bashed. "Hope deferred makes the heart sick" My heart is sick from doing this.
The counselor has told me, recently, things like..... I have an adult child, That he finally caught a glimpse of my husbands heart. (When he was talking about someone else). Dr Phil's line "How do you know he's lying?? His lips are moving."
That with this personality disorders, He can be different, but I really can't expect him to be.
This, along with all the stuff that keeps happening, is not very encouraging to me. Yet he still tries to get me to work on this marriage.
He's not one of those radicalists that that will tell you to keep your marriage together at all cost. He is very for marriage and doesn't encourage divorce. But he does say he will help me if I want a divorce.
I don't want to deal with this any more. I'm tired of his back and forth "I love you. You are the best person in the world" Then when he gets upset. The name calling, the put downs and how I'm the worst comes out.
I don't want to be abused any more. I don't want to wonder is something good or bad is going to happen this time. I want to be able to have my own opinions and desires. To make my own choices. To be able to do things because I want to, not because he decides to allow me to.
I'm not going to be one of those women who keep bouncing in and out of an abusive relationship. It's not good for me and it would be even worse for my kids.
I don't expect him to be perfect, but I do expect certain things not to happen. But they keep happening.
He's been nice and generous to me lately, so I'm having a hard time. It gets that little bit of hope that is still alive. The part of me that still hopes he's going to change.
I want to believe him, but I don't.