bad husbands at 30

I stood at the end of my bed wanting to crawl in, it was not my bed. It is my new bed. This morning I watched my husband pack away his life and his stuff. He got the bed, I got the family.

We told our children tonight. He owned that he was the one wanting this. My 6 year old daughter screamed out the most heart wrenching scream and sobbed, just sobbed. My 8 year old son reached down and held my hand tight and then tighter. My 3 year old baby boy kicked his daddy and said that, "bad daddy", then he laughed and said "I know daddy your joking." He was not. I told them that we both loved them and that daddy was not leaving them...just me.

I now lie in my new bed after loving them till they fell a sleep. It was a devastating day. No words seem able to truly describe the shock we are in. It is as if I am watching a movie in slow motion and I know no one will be the same after these moments pass. I will go to sleep now watching the tan line on my ring finger tap across the keys.