Long story short, I made a full on attempt to leave my husband, Jim, yesterday. I had movers lined up, my bags were backed, and my parents took off work to come from PA to NJ to help me get through it all. I told him about 30 minutes before they got there. He was sad but was surprisingly calm (probably because this was the 2nd time in 3 months I told him I wanted out, but the first time I was really going through with it.)
He left. The movers arrived. My landlords came out to question the whole situation. They're an amazing, little old couple. The man hugged me, the woman slapped me (she said it was about time, I deserve better.) While I was talking to her, Jim came back and began to beg. We went up into our bedroom so we didn't make a scene like (I'm sorry) white trash. I kept telling him "no," it wouldn't work, I wanted to be by myself, I wanted out. I told him reason after reason and he just kept pushing. I'm weak, I prayed for my parents to show up, they should have been there before he even came back (turns out they were lost.) I knew they would put their foot down. They would help me find the strength I needed to finally push him away. They've told me time and time again, they were so sad when I choose to marry him, they were happy I had come to this decision on my own, and would do everything they could to help me get out.
When they walked in, my mom heard Jim talking. I'm not sure how much she heard but I'm sure she was standing in our doorway long before she knocked and made her presence known. Expecting her to kick him out, she pulled a fast one on me, telling me it was obvious what he was saying was from the heart, she doesn't condone marriage except in extreme circumstances and she really believed that we could work it out.
The movers were paid for and already moving my stuff. I quit my job on Friday. There was no turning back on the move, and I didn't want to turn back on it. I wanted out. So I got out. I'm now living in PA, at my parents house, with Jim. We have to go to marriage counseling for 6 months and if at the end of that we (or really I) feel that I still want out, he has to give in, and let me go.
That's all well fine and good, and this may turn out to be for the best but I can't help feeling disappointed in myself for not standing my ground and confused by Jim. I know I'm a pretty great person but I'm nothing amazing- I'm over weight, I have no fashion sense, I never wear makeup, I usually burn what I attempt to cook, and I talk about things that must not be very interesting since no one (and I mean NO ONE) ever lets me finish a story in one shot (I'm almost certain that they interrupt me constantly in hopes that I'll just give up, but then when I do, they insist I keep going, it makes no sense to me!) Anyway, back to my original point- I'm nothing amazing so why is he trying so hard to stay with me? What is it that makes me that desirable?
It's security. Without me he has no money coming in, no health insurance, nothing. He'll lose his car since it's in his and my dad's name and my father will never let him ruin his credit. He'll have no where to live since he can't pay the rent with the $0 he has coming in. He'll have nothing. I'm sorry if this sounds cynical, but this is where I'm at. I'm not going to try to fool myself into thinking that I'm such a fantastic person and amazing wife, that he actually needs me for that alone. He only begged to stay because otherwise he'd literally have nothing- but my parents bought his bullshit story.












