I am in pain. Physical, mental, emotional. How much can a person take before it kills her. I feel dead.

My husband and I have been going through some stuff as some of my posts have been talking about.

I am a burden to him. He told me that he doesn't think I have made enough progress in the last couple of years as I should be making. He is sick of it and told me that it is time to sh** or get off the pot, although he couldn't say what that meant, exactly. I know it has been hard on him and he is hurting and I am trying to be compassionate. I feel like he is asking me to exert control over things I don't have control over. He says he feels like a single parent, and that he does everything. He feels like I am a bully and he has no faith in anything I say because I am inconsistent.

I feel like I have failed.

I would like to quietly leave in the middle of the night, never to be heard from again. Then no one would have to take care of me and I would no longer demand so much of people. Maybe all my blood will miraculously drain out and my soul will be released. (I know, dramatic.)