Most people say change is good, and in this case they are right. Seven years in a bad relationship. Seven years on fighting, yelling, and name calling. Seven years of his put-downs, alcohol abuse, and of him degrating me every chance he had. Seven years of wondering when he was gonna snap and hit me, or get drunk and not come home. (he did alot of not coming home.) I remember the night he stayed out untill 5 o'clock in the morning drinking with his best friend and then he slept our son's 3rd birthday away. I think that was the saddest day of my life. To have my 3 year old ask where his daddy is as we celebrate his special day. That was 2 years ago. And i asked myself, "Why do I stay?" But I know why.....it's called LOVE. Because I love him............
Well NO MORE! Seven Years! Seven years is what it took me to wake up and see the light. I guess that is why they call it "Lucky number 7!" And it is kind of ironic too, if you think about it because I left him on the 4th of July. I found my independance on Independance Day.
