The big day..
Well, Monday is the big day. The day I tell my husband I want to separate, and the only thing I'm worried about is my little boy. I'm worried he's going to hate me, that he's not going to understand. He's only 3 and love him more than anything in this whole wide world, but I can't live with his Daddy anymore. That poor little boy has seen more than he should have ever seen in his little life, he shouldn't see Daddy yell at Mommy everyday because she's talked to his Aunt and he shouldn't be yelled at for asking her to come by and see him. He shouldn't see Daddy hit Mommy, and he shouldn't see Mommy cry all the time. I know in the long run he'll be happier and healthier after we leave, but in the short term I know he's going to wonder why he only sees Daddy on the weekend. But anyways, I've got alot of emotion running through my head right now, I just hope I'm doing the right thing..