I can't even put it into words except to say this perpetual limbo, the lack of validation, the lack of support from others because of the lack of validation, and now my husband thinks I'm a user expecting him to do all of the work - all of the work meaning asking him to move 2 pieces of furniture a few feet and making sure our son got his meds before bed while he was watching a tv show.
I hate my life, I hate my body, and I'd give anything to give every second of what's left of this lonely, boring, abusive hell of a life to my mother who fights with every ounce of strength to get a few more minutes. She can have it. She's earned it. I don't want it anymore.
I hate my life, I hate my body, and I'd give anything to give every second of what's left of this lonely, boring, abusive hell of a life to my mother who fights with every ounce of strength to get a few more minutes. She can have it. She's earned it. I don't want it anymore.
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