8 days later and I’m already wishing I had succeeded. What does it matter if I feel hope thinking about friends and school and work? It all falls away when I get back home to my husband who does not appreciate anything I do and is unwilling to work on changing things. He’s what my life revolves around, and that feels hopeless right now. It’s felt hopeless for a long time now. I don’t want to be the only one trying anymore.