Well, it is official. Hubby says he knows he is being selfish, but he wants to live on his own in a motor home.
He wants to give up our relationship. Mostly because he needs to prove to himself that he can break his gambling addiction without my support and bail outs.
He also just wants to live like a hermit. So I guess it was not my imagination that all he wanted to do was be alone in the man cave.
Could it be depression? Probably. He isn't taking my suggestion to take the antidepressant his doctor gave him though.
Unfortunately, we have to stay together a couple months at least to pay off some debt so I can live on my income.
This whole thing is ironic because I know in my heart that I gave him everything. He had nothing. He benefitted in so many ways from our years together
I was trying to think of things that he had brought to my life and I could think of few and far between positive things. Nothing that was big, or not overshadowed by all the lies from his gambling.
Odd I couldn't find more because I am such a grateful person.
But I can think of at least a dozen pretty major things he does I will turn down in someone next time. Deal breakers.
I am trying to focus on that.
It still hurts.