Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-32036009-20190516201536/@comment-108.39.112.167-20200415235520

'It's simple; I'm leaving. I can't take this anymore. I have broken bones that have barely healed before you decided to break them again. The bruises from last week have barely turned yellow before you decided to add new ones. I'm not staying here just to be abused in such a manner.

I can't do that, you say? 'Our marriage is permanent, you can't divorce me' you say? Well I have a surprise for you. I went and got a Decree of Nullity the other day. See? We never had a valid marriage because of your lies.

I found the file from the psychiatric hospital you stayed at when you were a teenager. I don't know why you kept it and frankly I don't care, but I found. I now know you were diagnosed bipolar with severe mood swings and uncontrollable physical violence. You almost put your own mother in the ER before they finally put you on an involutary hold. I have to say, I was surprised to see that, but then again it explains why you can't control your anger, and deal with it by hurting me.

You were never going to tell me, were you? You don't have to answer, I already know it. You wouldn't have tried to hide this from me if you were. My own father used to abuse my mother, horribly, and you knew that. I remember the dead look in her eyes every time he got done pummeling her, and I recognzied it on my own face one day when I looked in the mirror  You knew I wouldnt' have married you if I had had known you'd turn out the same way as my father, so you hid the truth from me so you could finally get your family off your back about finding a husband.

Turns out fraud is grounds for declaring a marriage invalid, and so here we stand. I'm done with this. I can't take it anymore. It's over. Our marriage never existed, and I'm taking my leave. I had hoped to do so quietly and avoid making a scene, but it appears I can't do that; makes no difference.

Stop it. Begging and crying isn't going to make me change my mind. My father used to do the same; every time he'd beat my mother, he'd beg and plead for her to take him back, promise he would quit drinking and never hurt her again, but he never kept that promise. The fact that you never got the proper help beyond a single stint in the loony bin during your youth to fix your own issues and lied to me about them shows me I have no reason to trust you, and that you'll just do the same thing. It's a futile endeavour to try and beg.

I'll be moving in with my brother. He already knows I'm coming, and he and his wife have agreed to put me up until I can get back on my feet. Please don't bother trying to contact me there. I don't wish to hear from you again, and I don't think they will appreciate you calling them either.

I wish things had turned out differently, I really do. I've seen you at your best, and it's a beautiful thing, but it's hidden behind a cloak of darkness that you don't seem to be willing to take off any time soon. Still, I wish you all the best and I do hope you get better soon, and that you do find happiness. However, it's going to have to be with someone else. We can never be.

Goodbye."