I never said he did or did not love me.
He loves me, but I can't believe out of the blue he'd accuse me of cutting. I haven't cut for 6 years! Why today of all days does he think I'm suddenly relapsing?
I'm not going to cut myself. I promise, perseverance. I want to, which is the story of my life, but I won't.
I'm fine. My brain feels all swooshy from the alcohol and it's getting late enough I'll have to go to bed soon. Like I said, my kids are everything. Anything I do or do NOT do is for them. Their existance makes me think twice about everything.
Other than my kids, I really have nothing to discourage me. Unless you count my fear of disappointing people. I don't want my parents or husband disappointed that I couldn't just get over it. What's so bad about my life? Nothing. Most people would be eternally greatful for my life. I don't get why I'm such a baby about it.