I just don’t want to be alone. I’ll never get the energy to go and get myself an apartment and just move out. I just can’t do it.

I got along with my folks when we lived together. They were easy to live with actually and nice to me...back when I was 25. Now it’s 30 years later. At least I don’t need them for money, it’s the other way around now.

I’m suffering here too much with my husband. I’m in a bad mood from him all the time and just knocking myself out with meds. I don’t need to be doing this. I’m wasting my whole life for what? I want to go home.

Even my nearly adult son doesn’t need me now. He’s busy with his friends, has credit cards, takes care of himself. Husband doesn’t work so can be the parent to make sure he goes to school final year. I can be close enough when he needs me.

The thought of calling that divorce attorney again just kills me...I can’t stand to do it. Husband will just guilt me out of it anyway.

Maybe he’ll just let me have this little break.