Dishing it out

I'm on my way to a three month post stroke evaluation meeting for my husband. We have been married twenty years last month. I've wanted a divorce for six of those last years. I was a coward for five and a half before the separation and the stroke he had while working out one morning in April.

I've been taking care of him for the last three months, but that is about to change now because my involvement in his life is beginning to affect his recovery. He wants me to stay married and I cannot and this is distracting him from therapy during a time when everyday counts towards how good of an outcome he eventually has and what his quality of life can be. I stayed to take care of him because of our children and  and because I wanted to insure he had the very best outcome. I also stayed because I love him. It's just not the kind of love that will sustain a marriage.

His parents want me out of our home.They took one of our cars while I was away from my home since it had been a gift to us and in their minds that justified it. They want him to give a brother in law his power of attorney. They hate me for leaving and I am no longer welcome in their home.

They are however, welcome to come to the evaluation. He's their son and I wouldn't never want anyone to try to keep me from my children. I cannot-- no, what I mean is I will not bar them from being there even though I know that it is not going to be easy to deal with their vitriol.

I feel really alone, but also resolute in my decisions and in the face of whatever they decide to dish out this afternoon. They can dish out all they want, it doesn't mean I have to eat it. Right?