The first time I thought of leaving my husband I was just 8 weeks pregnant.
He was unemployed again and spent his days parked on the couch without a care or worry.
“I’ll get a job when I need to, just stop to talk,” he would say in his thick French accent. The accent wasn’t sexy anymore. It had lost all of its luster.
Then there was also his complete unwillingness to improve our relationship. But instead of leaving him – I kicked him out. Two weeks later and two marriage counseling sessions I took him back.
I didn’t want to give up the chance, a fat chance, but still a chance that maybe he would be a better husband once the baby arrived.
Some men do change.
It actually just got worse…