No more ODing, no more SH. I'm out.

Had to move his precious record collection because he left it on the sofa and didn't move it.

I probably broke a good many of them. Slammed them against the wall, kicked them. He cared about them more than he did me. They aren't even valuable records!

So much anger.

Hoping by destroying his stuff he'll want to end it, too.

He'll surely use it against me, say I have BPD. It was a bit Glenn Close, I must say. And it felt so GOOD.

I'll admit I did it. I'm not proud, but I'm not sorry. How can it compare to the pain I am in physically, mentally, spiritually- I am completely broken.

Pure hatred.

Now it's time to curtsy and exit this marriage.

Not sure if I should go with him to the marriage counselor tonight for our emergency appointment.

Did I do a stupid thing that they can use against me?