Last weekend I met up with a couple of friends who had moved out of Houston. After talking to them I realized that pieces of my story had been missing in my posts. So, here is a quick recap:
August 2000 - November 2010: I am happily married.
November 2010: my (then) husband fell and became paralyzed. I found him and called the ambulance - saving his life.
November 2010 through January 2011: He is at TIRR hospital. He convinced the hospital psychologist that he was not depressed. No help was offered to me at TIRR even though I obviously was an emotional wreck. I found my own therapist.
January - June, 2011: He is at a nursing home and then TIRR again. I visited him daily and made sure that he was given the best possible care.
June - January, 2012: He returns home. I arranged caregivers for Mom and ex to come in the mornings and stay on the days that I was at work. The ex was very demanding. I paid for a private physical therapist to come in and work with him at home.
January, 2012: Mom went to the hospital for severely swollen legs. I then placed her in a personal care home. She needed more help than I could give her at home. (Plus, I also had a quadriplegic in the house.)
January - August, 2012: The ex let go of all caregivers except the young Mexican girl. He became more demanding and distant.
August 2012: The ex proposes marriage to his young caregiver and gives her an engagement ring. I discover this and take him back to TIRR for further testing. They could not discover any brain damage.
August - December, 2012: We fire the young caregiver and find out that she was pregnant and living with her boyfriend. She had no intention of marrying my husband.
I drive us to marriage counseling every week to his preferred therapist who was located in Friendswood.
December 5, 2012: In marriage counseling my ex announces "I don't love you, I don't even like you and I'm not sorry for what I did."
December 6, 2012: I call a lawyer.
December 12, 2012: I officially file for divorce.
January 14, 2013: The ex finally finds a place to live and moves out of my house. I live alone for the first time in my life.
February 12, 2013: The divorce is final.
2013-present: I am happily living alone. My whole house is my closet! I am even dating. My life is simple and uncluttered.
I could update you some on the ex's new life but who cares? The man I once loved and married died bit by bit sometime between November 2010 and December 2012. It was a slow and painful end but it is all over now.