Originally Posted by Mightyqueen801

Oh dear God, how those buried memories arise and make me cringe.

On our daughter's first birthday, I had a backyard party planned at my mom's house--she had the space. Stupid Drunkass Husband was told that I would be at my mom's getting everything ready and would come back (we lived half an hour from my mother) and pick him up--please be ready--swing by the bakery, pick up the cake, and be off to the party. All he had to do was be ready to be picked up.

I got back to my house to find him on the living room floor watching a porn flick. Yes, five o'clock on the afternoon on the day of our daughter's first birthday and that's what he was all about. I said, "Are you READY" and get this--GET THIS--he says, "why don't you take a few minutes and just sit down with me here?" Yes, folks. Our baby girl's first birthday--an entire family waiting to get a party going--and this friggin loser waste of a human being has sex and porn on his mind. Unbelievable.

It was one of those moments when I knew-KNEW-that our marriage was already hopeless.