Sadly, the hate has over-ridden the love. I have taken too much abuse. A woman who says the things to me that she said, deserves to die without this devoted daughter at her bedside.

My h is incapable of giving me the one thing I needed. It has been a struggle for control to the death.

If I've learned something about myself it's when I have drawn a line in the sand about something that is of utmost importance to me, if you want to stay in my good graces, you best not cross it.

If that is part of a disorder, so be it. If I can't get one iota of respect, I'm done.