He kissed me goodnight and tucked me in. Promised to take care of the baby that night as well so I could finally sleep. As I closed my eyes...I knew something was off. He NEVER takes care of the baby. And he never tucks me in for bed. I got up as soon as I heard our front door creak shut. When I looked out the front window, I saw my husband grinding weed with his nephew and smoking a blunt. Mind you...I just interviewed with several police departments and I will be accepting a job with a major city police department soon. When I asked about what I saw, he LIED. He straight up said he wasn’t smoking anything. Nothing at all. He didn’t even care that I was crying or upset. Instead he just went to bed. No fucks given. It’s been a month and I still can’t get past it. I can’t and don’t agree with a) drug use of any sort and b) lying. It just still hurts so bad and I can’t seem to forgive him.

*btw we have two children