Got my butt chewed 3 times before we got him home from the hospital. There are days I don’t feel worth more than the cup of coffee in my hand.
No pithy words of wisdom, no joyful things, just having a shit day. Hubs is asleep, and I wait for him to wake up and just start in again on me.
I’ve done the leave thing, can’t afford the rent. I’ve stayed with family, friends, and others. I’m sucked back in every damned time.
I’ve reported the abuse, but since he doesn’t hit me, and I am stuck, there is no way he can be arrested. Most days, I just wait for him to die.
That’s all for today,