I need to cry and I need to vent
My husband moved out of the house 6 weeks ago
just left a note, not even a Goodbye and hes gone. We had been arguing for quite a while, but we were in marriage counseling. He left days before our 30th wedding anniversary and his 60th birthday. I have spent the past 30 years as a trad-wife and gave up a kickass career for family.
A HUGE source of tension was me getting a second puppy, yeah, I understand it was really about MUCH more, but, I ended up in the hospital for 9 days shortly after getting the puppy home, then two months later had a knee replacement. He helped minimally
like not even bringing me food, much less feeding the dogs. He needed a snack while I was in transition labor with our daughter, and left to go eat lunch during my initial consult with a medical oncologist when I was diagnosed with breast cancer
Im a 15 year breast cancer survivor with three artificial joints and another surgery scheduled in September
lots of medical issues.
Fast forward to yesterday
my under-socialized, leash-reactive 150 pound St Bernard puppy went full on Cujo and attacked his trainer. Today the probably-to-be ex stopped by the house to pick up more stuff and puppy went Cujo on him and bit him. Two bites in two days. I will be sending puppy to the bridge on July 8, one day after his 14 day bite quarantine.
In the midst of this, Im trying to clean out 25 years worth of accumulated crap, because ya know, I might need to move.
Anyway, if yall could just shoot me some prayers, good thoughts/vibes, etc., I d appreciate it.
And please remind me that I am smart, resourceful, and resilient and that others have gone through this, and become much happier on the other side