Sunday Scribblings – Dance

• Sunday Scribblings has become so much fun, I’m really looking forward to it each week. This weeks theme is dance…. 
• For so long we’d tried to work things out. I’d suggest counseling, him getting a job, his quitting drugs, things I thought would help our family stay together. As I danced left, he danced right, his counter offer to my suggestions were that I do more around the house, quit complaining and be happy I had a man in my life at all. In my mind I could not figure out the man part. If he was a “man” as he said, his part of the dance would be helping to take care of his family, not only seeing to it his fun was fulfilled.  
• This lasted for a couple years. With a tiny daughter I knew I had to do everything possible before throwing in the towel on the dance we started years before. And it literally started with a dance, a first dance at a big fancy wedding. The one he wanted to show off with. “Look, I’m important I can have a the lavish wedding with all the trimming”, don’t mind that he didn’t pay for it or the marriage was not as important to him, the dance he wanted was. He as dancing the pretty pictures for everyone else. 
• As things got worse, the punches got worse, the yelling at both my daughter and I escalated, leading to my daughter telling me the same things he had (which are not writable in g rated blog), I knew something had to be done. I let him know that I was seriously considering divorce. So he went out with his friends. Maybe he was celebrating? Maybe he even danced with some hot chick that night… But when he came home, he was a “changed man”, he wanted his family, he would get a job, go to counseling and quit drugs. 
• Three months later none of those things had happened and a night of his being drunk and throwing me around. With my daughter and only the clothes on our backs I danced my way out the door. The best (and hardest) dance of my life!!