Hey Y'all!
I met my husband in 2002 when we were juniors in high school.  We were friends for a couple of years, started dating after high school graduation in 2004, got engaged in 2007, and then got married a couple of months before college graduation in 2009.  Between then and now, we have been through so much.  We've lost many family members close to us, but we stood by one another and made it through. 

I struggle with infertility due to PCOS, so the three times I conceived (we miscarried the first time), I had to have a little help in the form of a pill.  This last pregnancy in 2019 was a bit rough, because I was very unhappy at my job, plus I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes, and had to go to the doctor weekly, with one visit landing me in the hospital.  He was by my side all the way through all the pregnancies.  

Over the years we've had our ups and downs.  There have been a couple of times when I've thrown out the "divorce" word, but he's always said that we are stuck together, no matter how hard it gets.  About a few years ago, I remember feeling so distant in our marriage.  He was in graduate school, so I was taking care of our child as well as being the breadwinner.  No problem there, but the way I was treated during that time, took me to a really dark place.  He has never been physically or emotionally abusive; but there have been times where I have felt emotionally and physically neglected.  I felt as though I was living with a roommate, because he spent so much time paying attention to his phone or the TV rather than me.  After we talked about it, it got somewhat better, but it still wasn't how it was before.  Plus he started smoking weed and drinking more often, and would go out to who knows where for his connect.  He also started cursing, and being real short when talking to me and our son. 

By the time I went back to work in 2020, the world just started shutting down, so I went from being home all day during maternity leav