I know my husband. I know he has insecurities and deep issues of inadequacy. I know he was trying to push me away because he thinks he’s the weakest link in our family. And if I truly believed that leaving me would guarantee him a pain-free and fulfilled life, I would’ve been the one to leave him a year ago. I would’ve handed him my bloodied heart on a silver platter—veins, arteries, and all—and begged him to go.
