and we had been married 13 years.We had 6 children, his 3 girls and my 2 girls and a boy of ours. I also had his 2 girls living with us most of the time and I loved them as my own. The problem in our marriage was that my husband was a compulsive gambler. It’s like “Hell on Earth!” I had had enough at his point because I had finally figured out that I could not change his behavior – only my own! I had not worked when I was married, as I felt my main job was to be a wife and mother. I loved that role. I really had no desire to work outside the home. When my husband insisted that I get a job (because he was gambling so much) it was out of control. I thought since I really don’t want to work – what could I do to make the most money I could make – legally.A lawyer friend of mine told me he thought I would be good at real estate. I said,“REAL ESTATE! that’s too dull for me!” But I did go to Real Estate School at night at a local high school. I passed the test and began working at a prominent Real Estate company. (AJ. Richter) Between my husband’s job in sales and his habit, he was hardly ever home, except to sleep. I had all the kids, all the responsibility, all of the time. He spent NO TIME with any of us and yet professed to love us. “ Actions speaks louder than words ,” my mom used to say. So, when I started to sell and make some money, he would not pay any of bills and I was forced to pay everything. He made, and believe me, he was talented in sales, and made money. He also was jealous of my new associates, my boss, my office meetings, and he was the one who forced me to go to work. I told him that I wanted a divorce, since I now had a way to support myself and had been doing it. I no longer loved him as a man. He killed all the love and respect I felt for him. If ever a wife did everything in her power to help a husband…it was me. Because I no longer loved him, I did not want sex with him. He would strangle me and become violent at times because of it. Many times, I thought I would suffocate…I had to get out. When I felt the gun at my temple, I froze and did not move or say anything, but kept staring ahead at the TV. Suddenly he got up and went to the bathroom. He did not drink much, but I did smell bourbon
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