Its Autumn. I remind him I have three years left of school. If things do not get better by the end of those three years, he is leaving.
He is shocked. Shocked to find I'm bitterly unhappy with him!
The months pass. Autumn moves into the holiday season. There are no changes. He continues down the same road - he has to - he is inextricably bound - the victim cannot stop being the victim. His performance at work deteriorates further. He keeps fighting the bit there. Complaints monopolize the conversation of any room he is in.
And he becomes the topic of almost every conversation when he isnt home while I struggle along with my kids to handle life with him.
But, never say things cannot get any worse. Because in this saga ...
they are about to.
