Tomorrow will be a week since I moved out away from my husband. I been keeping myself busy with things around here like cleaning and organizing. But I've worn myself out so bad I don't feel well. I started to freak out a bit ago. Trying hard to calm down. I didn't hear from my husband till last night. It's been really weird. I've never been on my own. I've never had nobody to turn to. I've never not had someone to comfort me. I've never felt so empty. I keep forcing myself to eat. Or I have to load up on enough stuff just to eat. Too much has happened these past couple months and I'm a wreck. I guess you would only know that if you knew me. Everyone who sees me thinks I'm so happy. I'm Not. I'm So broken. I feel sick daily. I'm Almost out of anxiety pills. I went to the doctor the other day and he forgot to give me more. I'm Falling apart. I Miss my husband. I'm so confused over how I feel. Because I miss him. But I have so much pain from the past. I can't move past it. I'm Always stressed he's cheating on me. Or he's getting involved with someone else. I've talked to an ex off and on for awhile. And he's tried to push beyond that. But I couldn't even given the situations I was put in with my husband I never gave in. Like yesterday I was cleaning up the garage. In my dresser I find magazines. Not dirty ones. But of girls I know gets my husband off. And I felt so sick. I felt so hurt. I have such low self esteem and seeing those magazines just tore me up.
Sorry about the rant. I'm Just in a really bad place. I'm Having trouble pulling myself out. And being emet and all this going on affecting my stomach so bad. It sucks. I Wish I would die most of the time. I hate living like this. I hate my life. Only thing that keeps me going is my kids. 😪