If I didn't have my 2 youngest, I'd be outta here, YESTERDAY.
If I had a job, and wouldn't have to worry about finances, even having the 2 youngest wouldn't stop me.
I feel fat (I'm gaining my weight back), i feel sick (I'm having migraines, panic attacks, NO energy whatsoever, i don't want to get out of bed. EVER), I hate my life right now.
He is mean, he is selfish, he is a fucking ass.
He's suppose to be my husband, my best friend, a father and an adult.
He acts 2, he runs away and won't talk, he doesn't listen, he won't try, he can't see things any different.
It's affecting me, I'm ALLOWING it, and I feel trapped.