I loved him and tried for years, and nothing was ever enough, or good enough. Emotionally he's a black hole and I had to pull out of that hole or get destroyed with him.

His father left when he was 5. He's still that abandoned little boy who will never be loved enough. Well, he's 53 and it's high time he grew up. Lots of people survive a lot worse. I asked him to go to anger management classes and he refused.

My grandmother had a saying, "God helps those who help themselves." My husband will get his life in order if --and only if-- he decides to. I can't waste any more time enabling his life-long pity party, or waiting for him to grow up. I tried love, and that didn't work.