Today I'm at the point where I've just had it. I'm tired of being the one to take the hardest hit. I'm tired of being blamed and neglected in every sense of the word. I'm tired of giving everything I've got just to get nothing in return. PTSD or not, this is just selfish cold heartless behavior. 5 years of my life wasted. He's ruined the potential for his daughter to have both her parents, and in this moment I hate him for it and all hes done to me. I'm sick of his familys enabling behavior. I'm sick of wondering what I did when deep down I know I did nothing. So what do I do now? The life I lived all of this time disappeared in a two minute phone conversation out of the blue...