The spell is broken
This time last year, just a month before the Covid-19 pandemic really got started, I’d done the bravest thing - given my husband of 9 years an ultimatum. Get help with your anger and your combat related PTSD or we are over. The previous month, two days before he went back to work in the Middle East, the spell he had over me for the past 11 years was finally broken. He broke the camel’s back when he not only threatened to leave me with nothing, as was customary during his tirades when he berated and belittled me, but this time he threatened to leave our son with nothing as well. I ruminated on those words. They had been said, they couldn’t be unsaid. Not that he tried to unsay them. He never apologises for the horrible things he says. Never shows any remorse. A few days later he was back at work and we argued over something trivial and he said “you know what, I’ve had enough”. And there it was, my chance. I replied “you know what, so have I, you need to get help or we’re done”. As ...