He left again last night. He'd been staying here, but inanother room, and it was giving our sons hope. We have a hearing Monday that starts the next step of destoying the last 12 years and he's convinced that he is all set. All I know is that he seems more worried over keeping that damn corvette than the fact that our children have to come into my room every night because they have nightmares. Our 11 year old was on the floor begging him not to go and he just said he had to go. Every time something happens, THAT is the thing that caused it. I said something about his grandfather, that's why he wants this. I contacted a lawyer, that's why he wants this. My personal favorite- after he took our children to his parents and left them their so he could go to a hotel for the weekend- he said if I hadn't taken the police and retieved my children he was coming home that Monday. I told him the day before yesterday, don't come back anymore if you don't want to fix this. You are giving false hope and that is too hard for everyone in this house. If you come back again, come with the idea of counseling. So he came back to tell us he won't come back now. He said that I was trying to control this abd he wasn't on my schedule. He won't talk to our Priest until he's ready, because he says that I've turned Father to my side. What side is that? The side where you are at home with the children while the other side is on a date with a "Work buddy" ? I am sick of hoping. I am sick of this being the only thing people want to talk about when they call. I'm sick of their advice and I'm sick of that fluttery panic feeling. I hate that it comes crashing in on me the second I wake up, and I hate that the only peace I have is the three hours of sleep I manage to find. I am a good person and a ggod mother. i have honored my vows to him and to God.
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