Today my husband moved his stuff out.
We tried.
I tried.
And tried.
And tried.
I can’t try anymore.
So we’re splitting up.
If he finds help for himself, we could possibly go back.
But he doesn’t see that he has some problems and that it’s not all my problems contributing to our strife.
And since he gave me his wedding ring, I guess that means he’s not interested.
Now I’m going back to living on the charity of others. Hopefully, it won’t be for too long, but it’s hard to say.
I hate doing this to my daughter. I promised her when I was pregnant with her that I would stay with her dad no matter what and I’m breaking that promise.
But I just can’t do it.
I’m really sorry, Jordynn.




