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My (so-called) husband was in one of his hysterias this morning when I called him. His life is a wreck because he has untreated OCD and hoarding issues. He spends his hours either beside himself with being upset about his life or nodding off to sleep because he's exhausted from anxiety that he refuses to treat.
It gets sooo tiresome for me, and triggering. He's way too much like my mother in the not-good ways. But I need a ride to the store, so I have to bite it. When I can drive again it will be like I'm in heaven.
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