Strength

Last weekend, I asked DH if he would be willing to enter an inpatient treatment program to address his issues with addiction. I by no means think this is the ultimate solution, but I do think it would be an excellent opportunity for him to completely unplug and focus on himself.

At first, he said he didn't need it and didn't have a problem. By the end of our conversation, though, he said he would consider it.

After his therapy appointment on Wednesday, DH said he had some insights and wanted to talk to me about them. I was cautiously optimistic, but still guarded when we met.

Essentially, he wanted to tell me that he didn't need treatment. That he doesn't have a problem. That he needs to figure this all out by himself. He said even our therapist agreed that inpatient treatment wouldn't help him at this point.

I then asked him if he was going to continue to date. He said absolutely not. He said he'd never cheated. He said he hadn't even kissed another woman.

I looked at him. The way he couldn't maintain eye contact with me. The way he kept shifting in his chair. I reminded myself that I know him better than ANYONE else in the world. And I stood up and left.

I told him very calmly that I was leaving. It was not a good use of either of our time for me to sit and listen to him lie. That there was no reason for us to have any contact at all as long as he can't be honest with me. He at least owes me that much.

It felt great. Scary, but great. I was basing my conclusions on no real evidence, but I know I'm right - he is lying. And I have SO many better things I should be doing with my precious time than listening to him shovel his bullshit.

He was shocked, and I understand why. It's never been in my nature to be that direct.

That made it feel even better.

So on Facebook last week someone posted about "Take No Shit" day and I RSVP'd. I think from now on, when it comes to DH, every day is going to be "Take No Shit" Day. No reason at all for it to be otherwise.