F@ck DB.

You heard me right, f@ck it.

The last few months have been miserable. I found more pictures that yes, there was in fact a OW. I want to murder that b!tch.

H still swears they never slept together, and while there's no photographic evidence showing a penis in a vagina, you can make inferences.

If I knew then what I know now, I would not have DB.

I am f@cking miserable. My therapists (yes, multiple) are treating me like I have f@cking PTSD.

PTSD. That's how f@cked up I am.

So f@ck this sh!t. I wish I didn't have a child with this a$$hole. I could have just left him. And now I'm stuck in the position of being the bad guy and choosing whether or not to stay.

At this point, I just want to end it all.

So f@ck DB. F@ck it.

I have the patience of Job.