
Supersadmommy90
Student
- Sep 24, 2019
- 186
Mother of young children, life ruined, living 4 children and family, postpartum depression, litigation abuse from ex, mental breakdown the whole nine yards, death is pleasure, ecstasy, relief compared to what I experience on a daily basis. No sympathy not even my husband truly cares or feels genuine empathy bc I am such a worthless person apart from the domestic functions I perform. My husband has sensed I am on the brink and now is acting as though he loves me for fear of our children being harmed by my suicide, absence. This is not a delusion, I am being realistic, he is an actor and is just changing his strategy as he sees fit to control me. This is it for me and it will never get better, only in maybe a distant future in which I will be alone, isolated. Which is what I want, BUT in the mean time things have gotten so bad, my situation is literally impossible, it's a rubix cube that won't be solved and belongs in the trash, I'm so fucking poised and ready, BUT I can't ctb, I absolutely cannot curse my children and that is my one redeeming quality my motherhood, but STILL. I am obsessed with death and dying, I can't help but OCD fixate on it like an annoying itch I can never scratch. Furthermore I actually am excited at the thought of death, awe-struck, longing. It helps to think in terms of counting down how many years I have left, mid 30s is actually petty old tbh, I'm only willing or able to see my youngest thru to 16 more years exactly and that will be absolutely fucking it for me, at least they'll still have a piece of me left in their siblings