This is where I am today. I can't stand living in this house with him and taking care of all the things that he doesn't. After decades of him not even opening the mail now he examines every piece that comes in the house as if I am going to rob him. He is defensive of every word I say so I choose to keep quiet and not say anything. I'm here only for the last beautiful one. As long as this beautiful one is here I am. For what....somedays I don't know. I am so miserable but I can't afford to leave and he just won't.
I feel hurt, not physically well, lonely, ugly, out of shape and a baby step away from going over the deep end. How much more of this can I endure? We'll see.
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