Twice today my husband was attacked (verbally) for the way we are living our lives.
Twice he was told he needed to get his priorities in line. Twice he was told he needs to be a man and take care of his family.
Twice I've gotten so angry that I'm too the point of bursting. Twice I've been so mad that I'm at the point of screaming and yelling.
I know we're not living the ideal existence. I know that we're not high on the hog and I know that I don't want to live with my in-laws forever. I know that this situation is temporary but I also know that the job opportunities in my city are next to none. I also know that if we up and moved out we'd be back in the hole so fast it would break our necks.
I know what is good for my family. Not them.
The biggest thing that kills me is that one of these people is a dear friend that my husband has known for years. It kills me that he feels he knows what's best for my family. It kills me that I love this friend so dearly and he acts this way.
All of my friends know that I believe the only two people who know what is right for their families is the two people involved in the relationship. I would never assume to tell my friends what they need to do because I am not sleeping in between them at night, I am not in their shoes and I have no right.
I can ignore the first person who attacked my husband today because she is not important to me. But this second one is... and he literally has broken my heart.
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