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I've been depressed since I was a child ~ my husband knew it. I had nasty episodes where nothing helped -- and I didn't go on antidepressants until I was in my late 20's - we married when I was 18 and he was 21. Did I ever get any support from him? Heck no. He just told me to deal with it. Did I ever get a hug? NO. Did he ever help me with the kids when things were at their worst for me? Of course not. Even tho I worked full time too, he was "too tired." When I had spinal surgery, and could barely walk - did he help around the house? Heaven forbid. When I had a hysterectomy, did he even VISIT me? Nope.
I divorced this creep because he was mentally abusive - he called me every name in the book. He made me feel lower than a snails belly. I STAYED for 26 years!! Was that long enough?? I sure hope so cause I couldn't have stood it another year.
I know mine is different from SOME of the others - but sometimes those vows need to be thrown out the window! Hugs, Lee
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