The conversation with my counselor went something like this:
“I feel like I’m chasing after him. It’s like I’m trying to convince him that I’m worth loving.”
“What do you think will happen if you stop?”
“I’ll lose him.”
“Stop anyway.”
God knows I did my best to keep my husband from walking away from me, his children, his home. I cannot count the nights I had lain awake crafting to perfection the words I might use to help him see that his choices and behavior were tearing up our marriage and our family. Or the number of times I confronted him with hurtful evidence of moral failures that were chipping away at the foundation of marital trust.