The title sums it up.
I've whined and complained and bitched and tried my hardest to make things work for a very long time. He is a great friend. Not so great husband. I don't know what lies out there for me but I'm tired of relying on the Prozac to get me through each day. I don't want to bury my head any more. I won't write it all here, it's personal dirty laundry. However, it's about time I call it quits and move on.
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I have no words to soothe. I hate it when life throws curveballs. And I am disgusted when bad things happen to good people.
I certainly hope things are looking brighter now.
xoxo
Jock
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