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The end of our story

The end of our story - Barbara Johnson

I am so upset that I can’t tell for sure what hurts more: the fact that I am sick as a dog and he never asked me how I feel in twelve days, or that he never actually lifted a finger to help me care for our daughter, who is also sick. 

I have been telling myself that I was just tired and I was not thinking straight. That my mind was not in the right place and I needed to rest. That I was imagining things and there must be an explanation for all this incredibly selfish behaviour. I have been waiting to see something change. I have been hoping that I was wrong. I have been wishing that it was all in my mind. That my imagination was playing tricks on me.

How is that possible that men are wired in a totally different way than women? How is it possible that you live with someone and don’t do the slightest effort to make things better? Not even a single conversation or a caring remark! Not a damn word meant to give some comfort! 

All these tell me one thing, which is, that you stopped caring. It pains me to see that we reached this point. Actually you did, cause me, I still feel for you, even if I should not. 

Anyway, as of today things will change. I can’t take it anymore. I can’t pull for two when I’m all alone. I give up. You made your choice, so be it! You are free to walk away. You have a week to pick up your things and move wherever you’d like. I don’t need you and I don’t want to be a burden to you, to weigh you down. Thus, spread your wings and fly somewhere else, cause you ain’t welcome here anymore. 

I have a lot of things to care of besides my sick daughter. I don’t have time to deal with this game or whatever it is. Please go away. I can manage quite well on my own. If I think better, that’s exactly what I have been doing for the past three years. Go, change management Torontoorwherever your company sends you, take more work trips, have fun with your buddies, enjoy yourself! I don’t care anymore.

If you did not learn by now what it means to be a family, I have no time to teach you. I need by my side someone to love me, not to criticize every single move I make, without making an effort to help.


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Barbara Johnson is a Ontario businesswoman, speaker and blogger specializing in social networking strategies. She holds a Master of Science in ECommerce from the University of Toronto.