Most of the times it seems easier to stay then leave. Leaving is hard.
While we can all say there are definitive situations where we would walk away from a relationship, when the said situation happens most people won’t just walk away. We stop and think; asking ourselves is it really worth throwing away all this time together? Can I afford to leave? What will plausibly happen if I leave?
I have recently encountered this situation. I met my husband 4 years ago at 4am in the local McDonalds drive thru after a busy night in the city, I was designated driver and he was the manager, our mutual friend in the car gave him my name and he contacted me on Facebook. One baby, one wedding and four years later I am sitting on my parents couch contemplating leaving my husband.
Why? I found sexually explicit messages to prostitutes on his (always locked) mobile phone and thousands of dollars missing from our joint bank accounts. All the warning signs were there and I admit I naively trusted his explanations (I had to pay this bill; I just moved the money to the other account, It’s an old friend).
It wasn’t until I saw the messages by accident one night whilst he was sleeping and I gained access to the online banking that I saw everything for what it really was, a web of lies. I packed what I could into a suitcase and left the next day, my son in tow.
We have now been living at my parents home for 4 weeks while I try to collect my thoughts and figure out what I want to do next (my son is spending weekends with his Dad). I have always thought I was strong enough to stand my ground and stick up for myself yet faced with the possibility of my marriage breaking up I find myself contemplating just going back, leaving it all behind. All because I know it will be easier.