My husband was terrible with money, spending more money than we had. But we were able to have a honeymoon thanks to his parent’s time-share on the Gold Coast, which was an hour’s drive from where we lived. I have no photos from the honeymoon, and I can’t remember if I even took any. To be honest, it wasn’t all that memorable, apart from the fight…
I think it was on day 2 that we had our first fight as a married couple. He seriously did not speak to me for two days during that week! I remember thinking this was a bad sign for what was to come in our marriage. And oh boy was I right!
Things didn’t really get worse as such with all of the fighting and his name calling, but I knew inside myself that I had a wall that was going up, day by day.
We would have many good days too, but the bad were really bad. And they ate away at my heart, bit by bit.
He was also squirreling away all of our money and it was a constant struggle for me emotionally, to cope with the calls from debt collectors. It was only recently that I was able to uncover and release old traumas relating to those days.
This man, who treated me like rubbish, eventually went on to give me the most precious gift…
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