Whose Idea Was It?

My dear 11 year old stunned me yesterday. She was talking about how a husband should be taking his wife to do tours of Japan…I didn’t even bother reminding her how the same man who can take all these days off work refuses to take me to the Emergency room “in case I’m late for work.” And on that note, he loves boasting that he’s a CIO so everyone fears HIM. So..in the same vein, what would he suffer if he was late for taking his sick wife to hospital? Nothing. Unless of course like in 2016, he gets to work and phones his floozy before their work days gets busy.

As she went on about how he’s unloving, she asked, “But whose idea was it for you two to get married?”

I told her, “He asked me to..” Let’s not go into how he technically never ever asked me. He wrote it in a CARD that he left by my bedside for my friend and I to find after our exercise session.

She asked me why I had agreed to marry him. I told her that I didn’t know he’d become even worse than he had been, he had promised to stop being too close to other women, and his sermons told me he loved God. But he lied.

She then comforted me, “Don’t worry. I also thought he was a kind daddy. But now I know he’s not. He lied to both of us.”

I have nothing else I can say. To think I owed it to her birth family to remain a two parent family when as soon as her birth sister heard about he is as a husband, she wanted me divorced and free. Assumptions. She’s a wise girl who immediately understands there’s no cure for a narcissist who doesn’t want to get a heart.