I’ve never believed that ultimatums had a place in marriages, but I’ve also never had children before. It is an emotional battle to feel as if you are forced to decide between your spouse and your young child(ren). I’ve never been much of a fighter, and yet I will willingly do whatever it takes to protect and nurture my babies.
Our girls are 6 and 5. Our boy is 2. Our marriage is 7.
My husband has 6 days to save it.
I gave him three things to do, and I told him that I wouldn’t help him to do them. I didn’t say if you love me, but I’m pretty sure he heard it anyway. I told him that if he wants to be my husband, if he wants me to his wife, if he wants us to remain married, if he wants to live with his children, then he was going to have to get his shit together. I told him he had to do it all on his own, and that I wasn’t going to ask for daily updates; he said he would provide them anyway. We will sit down next Wednesday, and he will tell me what he has done, and either the plans or the packing will commence.
I asked for three things:
- Go to a Vet Center. He’s a disabled veteran. They will help him. He didn’t go.
- Contact his psychiatrist and make an appointment. He did call, and she is booked up through November. He says his options are to call the suicide hotline, to go to the emergency room, or to wait for her to return the message he left.
- Schedule us a counseling session. Lord knows after all that has come to light these last couple of days, we need it. I need it. I didn’t get an update on this.
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