Last weekend my husband was in a terrible accident. The only part of his car that wasn't demolished was the driver's seat. His seat belt held him in and four air bags surrounded him and saved his life. The officer was baffled that he survived. Any passengers would not have.
He was so lucky that his injuries were just a broken clavical, sternum and some ribs along with some internal concerns which were found to be ok. He's not even taking medication. At minimum he should be in ICU with life threatening injuries but he is home.
He was taken to the hospital. In the hospital the officer told him that he had found his phone. We both knew this was yet another secret phone to contact honey bunny. He immediately went into more physical distress. I asked for the phone and he put it under his body and wouldn't give it to me. I am a class act, I let it go and told the nurse privately WHY he was in more distress.
He was transferred to a trauma center and when my daughter and I got there, the phone was gone. I know it was, there was no place for him to hide it. He later told me he got rid of it.
The next morning he was released.
Our adult kids stepped up. One daughter met me, our son drove six hours through the night and our out of state daughter was ready to fly in the next morning but her siblings and I told her not to. They were all communicating with each other and making sure mom was ok.
When he came home I gave him no breaks. I told him we both knew he'd be buying a new phone so just use his regular phone. I told him to call her and tell her he'll still be taking care of her and paying her bills. I also told him his life was about to change. Had this been two years ago or maybe even last year, I would have been holding him, hugging him, kissing him and telling him how thankful I was that he is here. I didn't do that. He was getting care from me but not the loving he's had for years. I wasn't holding back or playing games, it was where I was at after years of crap and then watching him defend that phone when he could have died. -which I said to him.
The night of the accident I was planning divorce. I was also deciding how and when I was going to tell our kids about his affairs.
Two days after the accident he texted me that Karma had caught up with him. Oh, yes, he got hit hard with that Karma bus. He's not a believer in God, so I'll take whatever he wants to call it.
He contacted her in an email and told her to leave him alone, never contact him and he is done. He told me her boyfriend beats her and she's homeless but it's up to her to make the changes she needs in her life. Yup, sorry, I don't care, she is not my responsibility.
He told me he has been an asshole to me and to our kids, in his words, "who don't have any idea of what I've been doing." He said his behavior was ridiculous and there's no excuse. He needs to stop. He was regretful and remorseful. He had done this on his own, brought it up on his own, I'd been waiting for this for years.
He called his IC and made an appointment for this week and told him they have a lot to talk about.
This accident has shook him up. He wants to stop and wants this marriage. He has a shitload of work to do and I've told him so. I told him he promised to love and cherish me and he has not, he has disrespected me. I don't deserve that and I will not tolerate it. It's in his court. We'll see how it progresses.
