In the last year, M. was diagnosed with heart failure and began a slow and systematic descent into hidden alcohol use and stark depression.
Two weeks ago, I asked him to leave our home.
Two days ago, he came back, and said he didn't think he wanted to be married anymore.
We're both in therapy. I'm doing literally all the housework and caring for R. and making sure her beautiful 5 year old self doesn't have to deal with too much too soon.
I'm exhausted and just want to go on a yearlong vacation with R. and leave everything behind.












