There’s a limit to my patience. My husband is making me resentful towards him. I’m trying very hard to be patient but this financial situation he has put me in is really making me want to walk away.
In ‘22 you stood before God and my family and made a vow to love honor and respect me. You looked into my eyes and lied to my face. In ‘23 you brought a woman into our lives and I left our bed. It was no longer sacred for me. I never knew you again as my husband. I took off the only rings you gave to me. I stood by your side. Poured into you as your devoted wife while you emptied me in every way you could. In ‘24 you walked out of the marriage, but still wanted to keep me from moving on. In ‘25 your mistress called me looking for you. (How dare she!). I had the courage to walk into that courthouse and ask for my freedom from you, and like a coward, you ducked and dodged the process server. Now this year has almost come to a close and I’m on the verge of finally saying goodbye to you and to Mrs. Troupe.
When I first came home from the hospital, I would sleep and would awake and not remember having a dream. I have always had a vivid active imagination, but to have a dreamless sleep was very unusual, and for a person like me, almost frightening. I thought I was losing that unique thing that made me me, my creativity. In 2012 when my ex-fiancee attacked me and was both emotionally and physically abusive, my whole world became a constant endless stream of nightmares. Some I would share, and others I would not, for the simple fact that they disturbed me so that I simply could not speak about them. My anxiety and depression is so bad that I have been diagnosed with PTSD(post traumatic stress disorder). I am transparent and both my doctor and my therapist is helping me to regain my life back. Last night was the first time that I had a dreamless sleep. It was nice to sleep and not have anything there. I cannot not change what happened to me, but by the Grace of God, I am still here and ...
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