I feel deep shame about having allowed myself to become so beaten down emotionally by my husband's ceaseless ridicule and obstreperousness. I am in my fifties but people so often mistake me for about 15 years younger because I inherited good skin genes (yippee, anyone want them?). However, I feel like I am as old as the hills, and I sometimes wonder if my lower school child would be better off if I were not part of the picture. I don't want anyone to worry that I'm suicidal because I'm not.
I am going to have to face another day of being the wife of someone who has alienated me, and I don't know how to do it without medicating myself with wine.
Can anyone relate to what I am saying?
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