One day I got so down I decided life wasn't worth living without him. I haven't told many people this story but I want to share it with you. My girls were at their dad's place and I got out my bottle of vodka and started drinking and drinking. (I'm not a heavy drinker so it doesn't take much for me) The more I drank, the more depressed I became. I went into my bedroom closet and got out my stbx's shotgun. I was ready to end things. I wanted things to be over.....
Thank you for sharing that with me! I know that pain. The biggest thing that keeps me from going to that place is that I'm not a quitter and I do not want my girls to ever have to go through their lives with that memory of me.
I know life can be better. While I am not looking forward to STBX moving back in to the house I am seeing it as an opportunity to learn how to let her go and not need her, or hate her.
I have a lot of repairs to make on my own life. Today is a 'Brand New Day'
