The fight to save a marriage

Marriage is work. If you don’t work at it, your relationship will fall apart.

The first two years of marriage were great for me. My husband and i saw eye to eye on almost every issue. We hardly ever argued and when we did it was never very heated.

Seven years ago things changed. My husband had an accident that limited his use of his right hand and arm.

He started blaming me for his injury and I let him. He was in constant pain and on pain medication so i let a lot of things slide that i normally wouldn’t have.

I thought that once he got off the pain meds he would go back to being the person i married. I was wrong.

He started doing physical therapy and i told myself he was still in a lot of pain when he finished his three months of therapy things will get better.

They didn’t. They got worse.

For almost four years I allowed my husband to use me as a verbal punching bag. He would constantly tell me it was my fault he got hurt.

I wasn’t working at the time and he had no problem tell me that i was lazy and stupid.

If i forgot to get something at the grocery store he would blow up at me and often told me I wasn’t good for anything. The words bitch and whore got thrown around on several occasions.

I Convinced myself that things would get better and i just had to be patient. I loved him and despite everything I thought he still loved me.