My husband is a good man.

I told him I don’t know if I could keep doing this. He said if I can’t give him a baby we won’t stay married.

When I miscarried his response was that it’s what I wanted anyways.

Again the fight that if I wouldn’t keep trying he didn’t want to stay married because he wanted a baby.

My career was over which took away my six figure income while my body struggled to do anything because the seizures had yet to be under control. I broke bones and needed a rod in my hip. With the financial struggle my husband became resentful.

He began to get nasty with me to the point where my mother jumped in because he was screaming at me while I was having a seizure because he was annoyed.

He left me anyway.

Shortly after my mother had an aneurysm and passed away suddenly and I had absolutely no one. I had an infant and my family was states away. He didn’t come back for over a year.

I don’t know how he feels he doesn’t tell me.

You’ve described a terrible man. Repeatedly, consistently, king-of-all-devils fucking terrible man.

I hope one day you value and respect yourself enough to see that.