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I hate You from the moment I wake up to the moment I go to sleep. I hate your priorities in life. I hate that you’re money hungry. I hate that you’re an addict. You’re a sexoholic and an alcoholic. You’re mentally abusing me every day.  I hate that you’re using me. I hate that You took me away from my family, where I was loved and put me in a place of misery. I have never been so unhappy with anyone, all my life. 

You’re the worst thing that happened to me. 

I hate that I have nowhere to run. What is the meaning of all this? Why is God punishing me? What exactly have I done to offend him so?

I have never been so weak and vulnerable. I look in the mirror and I think I’m ugly, fat and pathetic. I gained over 30 pounds on new medication. Not a day goes by that I wouldn’t hear nasty comments. he tells me that I’m lazy. He tells me I’m a shitty salesperson. He tells me I have no goals in life. 

My only goal in life was to be happy.

I miss my dad and my mom, but I can’t tell them what’s happening because they will be very sad. I truly am a failure in life. I’m not brave enough to gather all my shit and leave and admit in front of everybody that my marriage is a nightmare.



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