by Annie Kosterman

Created on: August 22, 2009

I have been married twice now. My first marriage was pretty much one of convenience, so I could get out of my parents house at the age of 17 and out from under their thumb. That lasted about a year and a week. I used and abused him and he couldn't take it any more. It wasn't until I was 21 years old that I met my second husband. I disliked him for a while when we first met but he rubbed off on me and we began a relationship that led to us getting married 7 months after we met. He was the one for me all the way. He accepted my daughter's as his own and he was a fantastic dad to them. Better than their own dads.

I got sick about a year into our marriage and had to quit working and ended up on SSDI and SSI. And have been for 10 years now. When I first got sick we tried to deal with it together. But then I got even worse and he silently gave up on me. I had no idea that he had done that until about 7 years later. We got into a fight and he basically told me that he doesn't know what to do with me anymore and that he is almost uncomfortable around me because he didn't know what to say or do.

It was coming up on our 10 year anniversary and we were gonna, at least I thought we were gonna, renew our wedding vows. Have this big wedding and reception that we didn't have the first time. So I am going about my buisness getting the invitations and flowers ready. All the while, he had no intentions of going through with it, I found out later, after we seperated.

See, he is an alcoholic and I have my illnesses and the two were getting in the way of our daily living and we began to resent each other for these reasons. But neither of us had the guts or nerves to bring it up to talk about before it got too late and damaging. So one day, about a couple of weeks after he gets out of jail for his 3rd DUI, he's sitting in the garage drinking with his brother. I get home from somewhere and he starts yelling at me because I didn't pick a couple of things up from the store. Well nobody told me to, I didn't have any money and I didn't know what we needed. See he planned a cookout without telling me and apparently we needed tinfoil and sour cream and I think butter. He was half in the bag and I just lost it. His drinking was enough. I had had it with his emotional abuse when he was drunk. I snapped on him and we got into a huge fight were he left for a week. When he came back home, he told me to pack all of my s*#@ and get out, that our marriage was over. He didn't want to deal with

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