I keep coming back to his comment "we could always come back together after the divorce" and it makes me want to scream and smack him. The fact that he even has the audacity to think that I would take him back, AGAIN, after tucking tail and running AGAIN is absolutely delusional. Remember, this isn't the first time he's given up when things got hard. And he thinks I'm so stupidly in love with him that I'd take that chance, yet again? Um, no. Never again.
When we took our vows it was for better or worse, in sickness and in health. Not when he decides he can’t deal with my illness anymore. That’s like me leaving him when he gets (yet another) blood clot because he’s a dumbass and doesn’t take him medicine.
The difference between the first separation and this one is this time around, I know my worth. I'm not the same self-conscious emotionally beaten down woman I was in 2016. I'm a fucking confident badass woman that has higher standards than a coward that doesn't fight for his family. End of story.
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