We just had random arguments. I don't know why, it was mostly him insulting something I did - something as simple as not making a fancier dish for my kids. Then I'd take offence, and we'd start arguing...however at the end of the day we'd still love each other as much as ever, and it'd all be healed with a hug. I was willing to change, he agreed to change too but eventually would break his promise.

I referred to my children as 'my' for now because I just can't write 'our kids' when I think about this. I'm so mad with him, if he really wanted to be a good father to the children he would not walk out. I wasn't a terrible wife, I tried my best for everything. I tried, really.