My mind is in a fog yet the I'm riding the anger train, I think I will be riding it for a very long time.
How could he?!
Put myself through the that hell, and put my children at risk?
Who the hell does he think he is?
Is life so not worth living and so very bad that popping those pills chased w/a 1/2 gallon of your favorite beverage is worth the end result?
If I hadn't of found him, what then?
Was it truly a cry for help?
Or was it truly an end that he wished for?
What if my children had been there?
Why? Seriously why?
I'm exhausted...emotionally & mentally exhausted.
I cant take much more
How am I suppose to feel?
Am I being non-caring, cold, heartless?
Maybe...but I must be this way
I have lives depending on me
Your still alive
Now, find someone else to torment...
Leave me the fuck alone.