In no particular order:
I have no value
Since we're not legally divorced, my husband is legally responsible for me. So
I'm living totally on his sufferance
Can't work, can't even pretend to try to work, and see the previous point
I'm nothing to him.
His coworkers tell him that he should kick my ass out but he won't because he's better than that
He owns my ass
If I died right now, it would actually be easier on my children, because they would get a new mommy to love them and take care of them so much better than I ever have.
I can't stop shaking. I've been shaking uncontrollably and almost crying for the past two hours. I went and sat in my therapist's waiting room for about 90 minutes, just trying to pull my head together some. He's totally booked, and I didn't expect him to suddenly drop everything to cram me in on the spot, but I just wanted someplace to sit and everybody was kind enough to just let me alone, which is what I wanted. I thanked the repceptionist when I left, and she hoped I feel better.
I don't think I will. I think that there's no point. I don't want to tell anyone in real life because I am afraid they're going to overreact to all of this. I just want to crawl into a hole and die quietly.
I don't have the right to do it. I'm not good enough to get allowed to die. So this pain is just going to go on and on and on and on forever. That's worse than dying. At least with dying there would be an end for me.
I have no value
Since we're not legally divorced, my husband is legally responsible for me. So
I'm living totally on his sufferance
Can't work, can't even pretend to try to work, and see the previous point
I'm nothing to him.
His coworkers tell him that he should kick my ass out but he won't because he's better than that
He owns my ass
If I died right now, it would actually be easier on my children, because they would get a new mommy to love them and take care of them so much better than I ever have.
I can't stop shaking. I've been shaking uncontrollably and almost crying for the past two hours. I went and sat in my therapist's waiting room for about 90 minutes, just trying to pull my head together some. He's totally booked, and I didn't expect him to suddenly drop everything to cram me in on the spot, but I just wanted someplace to sit and everybody was kind enough to just let me alone, which is what I wanted. I thanked the repceptionist when I left, and she hoped I feel better.
I don't think I will. I think that there's no point. I don't want to tell anyone in real life because I am afraid they're going to overreact to all of this. I just want to crawl into a hole and die quietly.
I don't have the right to do it. I'm not good enough to get allowed to die. So this pain is just going to go on and on and on and on forever. That's worse than dying. At least with dying there would be an end for me.