its not all him.
We are as bad as each other but the difference is hes not scared of me,
Everyone thinks hes perfect, I rang my mum in the middle of an argument because Iwas scared, he was screaming and raving , I hung up.
She rang back later and her first words were 'is xxx(dh) ok?'
no one cares asbout me, noone listens to me, i am talked over, even the children take the piss out of me.
But im pathetic and cant do ANYTHING without him, my anxieties and non existant confidence and a very warped but true love keep me tied to him,
we cant be apart, but together is hell.
I often think the only option to get out of this is one of us die. Then theres no choice for it to be over (am not suicidal or murderous btw, ha)
But i feel weak and exhausted and e has twisted my wrist, squeezed my face and called me a whore and a dyke.
Im so tired of it all, but wil go to bed crying and wake up trying to forget.