This was written to one of my private Facebook support groups. I know it's going to bring out a ton of haters but I'm tired of feeling ashamed! During my marriage, my husband liked to flip out and break things. One day he threw our dog. After that, I told him I would never have kids with him. He went super ultra ballistic and broke nearly every piece of furniture in the house. At the time we were living in Costa Rica and I only knew one person who spoke English, a guy, he'd been teaching me Spanish. I went to his house to deliver a chair for him. He used his house as a school where he taught ch ildren English. I needed to get away from my husband and just clear my head. It started to rain as I drove down the mountain. I was crying and barely able to see straight. By the time I got to the guy's house, I was shaking. He opened the door and I said, "I'm leaving my husband." The guy pulled me into his arms and started kissing me. I trie...
Do your best, take it day by day.