In a few days I will celebrate (?) my 8th anniversary as being post bonk.
Saturday (last) I tried to end my life.
Well, I wasn't successful at it. But why? And with a supposed family of love and care, why was I in this place? My kids now feel that I must 'earn their trust' as though I was a child that skipped out in the night with friends or ripped off the car. They want to be able to do the dumping on me 'he said this and she said that' or 'this happened ---whhhaaaaaaaaaaaaa' or that happened 'whahahahhahahahahahawhwhwhwhhwhwwa'. But me, I am just supposed to be quiet and compliant.
Just found out my aspergers husband stopped taking his meds months ago (because he doesn't like the way they make him feel). Hum... so that is why he rolls his eyes at me so often. Maybe that explains that after 7 years, he chose the day that my herd of llamas was being moved --to go see his doctor--of which he is still not taking the meds. Wonder why I waited so long...
I wonder why the hell my timer didn't go off...
barb