Ugh...bad stomach flu today. Awful cramps and feeling like crap. I just wish I could feel better. Also wish things in my life would get better. How does everyone else do it??? I used to be so happy until everyone turned on me. I can’t stop shopping or smoking. It’s insane. And pulling myself together to act same again is hard. I am screaming on the inside...in addition to the stomach pains. It just sucks to see your life go to pieces and not be able to get what you had. The thing that sucks the most is that my life is going no where. No promotions, no real love, nothing. I think I will be this way forever because I have a charge on me and I can’t stop thinking about it. No one knows how he set me up. And I can’t think of a way out of my life. I hate it so much. I meet guys that want to tell me what to wear, who I can handgun out with and when. What the hell???? I’ve gotten fat. He manipulates me and I was too stupid to see it. I will never be able to win with him because he knows everything about me and my life. He knows it all. He knows me inside and out. He knows what I want, what I am like, and he hates me. He uses everything against me. My therapist said I have learned helplessness, but every time I make a decision it is wrong. Ever since that night happened, my life has gone down the drain and not one single person can help me. They don’t understand what I went through. Aftertastes ex tackled me in the driveway, I started to wig out. I saw pure evil that night and now I struggle with everything. My therapist told me I wasn’t living in reality, and I wasn’t because I thought he loved me so much and things would work out. Everyone talks about having boundaries but I have none. Everything I do ends up in me being alone. Everything. I am so effed. How do you explain that he talked me out of so many things, then wanted me to come back? Said he would do things, then didn’t??? How do you explain being arrested when you called the cops because he pulled a gun on you and then lied to them and said he didn’t????? I have no faith in the justice system or in life in general. Everything is a dead end. Not to mention that my dad has stage 4 cancer that will probably get worse. I can’t get my damn PTSD under control. I don’t think I ever will. I hate taking all these meds for it.