My husband died by his own hands on September 17,2009. I was 2 weeks away from having our 3rd son. There had been years of emotional abuse and I was tired of it. I was bring another child into this world and into this crazy life. I stood up for what I knew I had to do, that was protect the children. I really never thought that it would lead to a divorce but I needed to let him know I was serious about him getting help. He had been laid off his job,even though we had our own business that I run, he would never help. I was weeks away from having a baby and working 60 hours a week. Sleeping in a separate room and hating every minute of my life. I woke up to a phone call from an employee saying someone had called in, I asked him to go help and he refused.
I got dressed and as I was walking out the door turned around and said" I am going to seek help and I need you to too". " you find someone to talk to and I will do the same. At some point we will meet together and work on us."
He had so many issues with his childhood and his parents that he couldn't come to terms with. I knew he needed to be ok with his past before we could work on our marriage. I left for work and came home after picking up our oldest from school. Walked in our bathroom and he was dead in the shower, sitting in a chair with a towel over his head. Gun shot through his head.
I later find out that he has had a past of threats to do this and he family never mentioned this to me. His mom told me for years to leave him, then when this happened she said" I could have told you he would do this if you we're going to leave him"
It has been 3 years. I have a 10, 7 and 3 year old. And now the most amazing husband. A great life but not a day goes by that I don't think of this. And wonder WHY?