On Wednesday it all changed
My husband and I have been in a bad relationship for more years that I count.
We’ve been married for 25 years and the first five years, he spent drinking. Then, he got really involved in running marathons in half marathon. After our third child was born during the pandemic things really got bad and our relationship took a dive. He stopped talking to me.and spent all of his time in the basement. Anytime we had something come up or I would come to him with a problem, he was immediately accusatory towards me, laying the blame on any mistake that I’ve ever made. They have been repeatedly brought up.
Wednesday night we got into a fight where he start threatening to kill himself, and then accidentally stabbed himself in the chest. He then proceeded to follow the outside and spit on me hit me kick me, took my underpants off and shove them in my mouth and then head butted me and started to choke me until my daughter came outside and asked him to stop.
Police then arrested him, but when they saw his wounds, they took him to the hospital and made him go into a 72 hour psychiatry hold. Since then, I filed a PFA.
I feel I feel so alone. And I feel guilty like I shouldn’t have allowed the police to come in and I know it’s all crazy and I know that I sound like I’m crazy but I can’t stop crying. I guess I just wanted to vent and get it off of my chest. I know the time or make this easier that I really am just grieving the loss of what should’ve been a good marriage. I feel bad that he’s at his lowest point and has no one and I realize that is his own fault. I guess it’s just that you can’t spent this much time with someone and not care.