I’m not sure if I would rather cease to live or run away. I was fantasizing how I’d like to leave and make it look like I just disappeared. Set my coffee like it was set to brew, leave my purse where it hangs, and only take shoes from the back of my closet and go. I don’t know what would be worse for my family to think. I killed myself or disappeared. I’m the epitome of selfish, but I hate my life. I resent my husband, whom I divorced and remarried. I hate that I’m lonely and being a stay at home mom puts […]
