-10.
I try, and I try, and I try.
It is never good enough, because it is never quite typical.
Caught the psychologist that evaluated my kid telling us and the school one thing, and my therapist when she called to talk to him about it something else.
My husband came home from Miama telling me all about getting drunk with is cousin and how much he wanted to f**k the bartender at the after-reception party he and his cousin treated themselves to. He spent $55 on alcohol and an undisclosed amount on tips-- after he gripes at me about spending money on groceries and a tamping bar ($37 5-foot piece of solid steel with a sharpened end for digging holes and a blunt end for getting the dirt packed in tight around a post-- I would like my clothes line to stand up straight as well as properly set the posts for the playground I want to build the kids; also I am going to need to tamp in fence posts and posts for a grape arbor in the future) (he doesn't like the checking balance to drop below $1000 and will get paid again the day after tomorrow).
Then he gives me a bunch of confusing signals about sex and THEN he b*****s me out about how it's not good enough and I am emotionally dead and horrible to have to live with, and how all his family was asking after me and he's so embarrassed after "that crazy stunt I pulled" (taking myself to the hospital after trying and failing to kill myself almost two years ago now).
I WISH I HAD BEEN SUCCESSFUL. I WISH I HAD TRIED AGAIN. I WISH I HAD DONE IT WHEN I WAS 19. I WISH I HAD NEVER BEEN BORN. HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE ME!! !!
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"Alas, our dried voices when we whisper together are quiet and meaningless, as wind in dry grass, or rats' feet over broken glass in our dry cellar." --TS Eliot, "The Hollow Men"