I Left My Husband for the Second Time

This will probably be the most open and controversial blog post I will write and share. But I feel it’s something that needs to be talked about. The first time I left my #architecthusband was in January 2019. A few weeks right before his birthday. Cruel, I know. I am confrontational and JS is not. “Frank,” “straightforward,” and “tactless” may even be the best terms to describe me. By “confrontational,” that means I say what’s in my mind whenever I want to, mostly without thinking of the other person’s feelings. But I can do it so casually without being emotional. JS is a different breed. He is careful, sensitive, and thoughtful—traits I clearly do not possess. But when he gets angry, he can say the harshest words even if he doesn’t mean them.