The Right Choice At the end of this summer I chose to leave my husband after being together for almost five years, and having two wonderful boys. I made the decision to leave because after all those years neither of us was happy, and of course neither of us wanted to admit it. This decision was life changing for not only me, but for my family. Like Jig in the story “The Hills Like White Elephants” by Ernest Hemingway I was caught between the man I thought I love and his feelings, and my own. Even though I chose to marry this man was I staying for the right reasons? The reasons being staying with him for the children, not being sure about my feelings for him anymore, and confusion on what would be the right choice. It is safe to say a great
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I thought I was in love with him even though there were times I wasn’t sure he loved me the same way. He would talk down to me and make me feel like I was stupid. It wasn’t exactly a confident booster, but we would have some good times it wasn’t all bad. I think if I tried to way out the good and the bad the bad would overturn the good. I would get to where I was crying all the time it seemed. I would wonder how someone who claims they love me could be mean and say such hurtful things. I can remember a time when he was late for work because I didn’t wake him up when his alarm went off. He has like eight different alarms go off and I was more tired than usual so I also forgot to wake up early and make his breakfast and lunch. The outcome was it was all my fault and he was going to get in trouble because of me. In a way it was my fault though I had been waking him up and basically treating him like a child for years, when he is a grown man who can do it all himself. I know that he isn’t a bad person, but I also know he didn’t have the best life before me. A part of me thinks that another reason I stayed was I felt bad for him because he has no one even though he acts like he does he doesn’t have any other family that is there for him like the boys and I are. I am not trying to blame him for everything I know I have my faults, but when I’m not getting the emotional support I need that I give him I just shut
I thought I was in love with him even though there were times I wasn’t sure he loved me the same way. He would talk down to me and make me feel like I was stupid. It wasn’t exactly a confident booster, but we would have some good times it wasn’t all bad. I think if I tried to way out the good and the bad the bad would overturn the good. I would get to where I was crying all the time it seemed. I would wonder how someone who claims they love me could be mean and say such hurtful things. I can remember a time when he was late for work because I didn’t wake him up when his alarm went off. He has like eight different alarms go off and I was more tired than usual so I also forgot to wake up early and make his breakfast and lunch. The outcome was it was all my fault and he was going to get in trouble because of me. In a way it was my fault though I had been waking him up and basically treating him like a child for years, when he is a grown man who can do it all himself. I know that he isn’t a bad person, but I also know he didn’t have the best life before me. A part of me thinks that another reason I stayed was I felt bad for him because he has no one even though he acts like he does he doesn’t have any other family that is there for him like the boys and I are. I am not trying to blame him for everything I know I have my faults, but when I’m not getting the emotional support I need that I give him I just shut