Sometimes you don't know what you've got...

I'm so ashamed by the way I treated my husband - the best husband ever- during the first year of our marriage. All the anger I didn't and can't express toward my physically, mentally and emotionally abusive parents came out in waves of hatred. I told myself I'd keep pushing until he walked out that door...but he never did. My parents are out of our lives now but that wasn't the turning point. I finally began seeing a counselor this year and SO. MUCH. HAS. CHANGED. So, more than a confession, this is a plea for those of you out there bogged down by despair - help is out there. Here is to year 2. Love you forever, best friend. Thank you for never giving up on me.

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You're lucky

Feb 18, 2018 at 3:28pm

I stopped getting the help I needed and my person left. I'd do anything to go back in time.

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