Maybe, after 30 years and six kids, he really doesn't love me?
More and more lies and broken promises keep cropping up. It is clear he has ADD and has always had it. The more cover-ups and deceit and missed times lines the more I think maybe he really doesn't care about me.
Maybe he deserves someone more capable of really likes the constant "live by the seat of your pants" existence. Someone less traditional and more flexible. Someone that can laugh at the years she's waited to have things fixed and she roll with the punches (instead of feeling punched). There must be someone out there that can make him happy.







