Seems like we have all lost the plot. The husband, for volunteering to do a massive task that could have simply been sub-contracted out to a freelancer, leading to endless nights of working until 7am. And myself, for marrying a man whom I had believed would have made a great husband and father because he was a responsible person.
But at the end of the day, all I wanted was a man who was passionate and committed to me and our family instead of his job. Someone who would, above all, put his faith in the Lord and choose to do what is right. Someone who would know when to say “no” and rank his priorities correctly.
And with all the other problems that we have had since the beginning, maybe it is time to carefully reconsider this marriage.