I'm so weary of living in fear of the bottom dropping out. I have done this since childhood, when my dad walked out on us. Now I feel, I live this way with my husband, and I don't want to anymore. He's trying to win my faith and trust back, and it seems the harder that he tries, the more I don't trust.
I feel damaged and broken inside. Not even a damn therapist seems to be helping me. Sometimes I feel I'm holding on to a thread that is very thin.
