There are not many words that can describe the amount of pain, frustration, and complete brokenness of my heart at the moment. It's been brewing for months. Even years.
Instead there is a montage if pictures that kind of speak if wht is racing in and out...
He is tired of dealing with me. With this illness. With me not being what he expected. If I had cancer would he say same things that are just as hurtful? Would he stop telling me he loved me?
I've slept less tonight than any other. Ight in last year tht was a direct result from surgery.
I should have know ....
I will never be who he or my children need. I will never be good enough to fill the shoes that they need. He didn't need to tell me. I could read between the lines. And that I did. And then some.
I'm not fine. Farthest thing from it. I will continue to do wht I do almost every day. Get up and wipe tears away. Say 'I'm fine'. Never mind the friendships lost. Those who've left because it was to much to stay. Never mind my husband is tired and ready to leave just like everyone else.
And to add insult to injury...in 3 weeks my insurance changes. And I haven't found a new therapist or psychiatrist. Every clinic I've called either doesn't have a female therapist or isn't taking new patients. I've narrowed it down to a few. However they either don't have a psychiatrist on staff or the one they have is a man.
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