This is probably the hardest post to write. The hardest reality to face.
Today, I kicked Gerard out. I kicked out my husband.
Today we decided it was over.
For many people, it isn’t a surprise. For many friends, it is something that
was doomed from the beginning.
But for us, we wanted it to work. At least I naively wanted it to work.
I
can forgive many things from him, but I can not forgive a lie.
I can not forgive the fact that he lied to me about our finances and used it
all up.
I can not forgive that fact that he secretly chose another person to love.
I can not forgive that he sold our house to that person, to get out of debt
and now he will live here with them after I leave.
For now, for the next weeks this house is still mine. I will take everything
that is mine and I will leave.
I am numb. I am hurt. I am heartbroken.
But if he thinks I will leave without a fight, he better be prepared.
I will fight, even if I loose. I will fight so I am not left without
anything.
The next couple of weeks will be crazy and hard and challenging.
