You know what, I LOVED him so so much, would have died for him, only ever tried to make him and my family happy. I never even made the list of what is important.
He died, and as I left the hospital, in my jamas, kar keys in my hand, death cert in other, alone because he never allowed me friends and cut me off from family, they called me back, his mobile was ringing, hidden in his dressing gown...........................................the mother of his 4 year old child, reason for the IVA, MINE as well as his, was calling
Calling because of his text, "I am in the ambulance ring me at 9 I'll send her out and let you know what is happening"
He died on that tuesday, it took me till the following one to absorb it, to realise, and when I rang her back, I got the truth.
He ran 2 homes, dragged me into debt, deprived our kids and STILL supported her.
My kids have nothing, did nothing went nowhere.
I was a prisoner in my own home.
He would rather die than do the decent thing.
Stick a fork in me, I am so so done.
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Ida Clare on Mon Apr 12, 2010 12:17 am, edited 1 time in total.