When I was a married person, I used to ask my husband when he would be home. He would give me a time, and then he would never be home at that time. It wasn't important to him. He would say he'd be home at 5 p.m. and then he would not return until about 3 am next morning I told him not to give me a time anymore to expect him by. He would begin attacking and accuse me of cheating on him, but he was the one out of the house prowling around all night and I was home with the kids wondering if I should file a missing persons report with the police.
It isn't that I want to restrict the freedom of a person in a contract with me. It isn't that I want to do their breathing for them or count how many showers they take or bites of food they eat but I feel responsible for them. I felt responsible for him and for the kids we brought into this world. I thought families were supposed to feel that way toward each other.
He just didn't feel that way toward us, or, if he did, he ignored it.
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