-9.
Thought I had been doing better, but I got bitched out for being selfish and demanding again (because I talked for too long about what I wanted to do trying to make sure DH would be OK with it).
Got bitched out for not nurturing the kids (because I am open about the fact that I do not enjoy soccer practice-- I thought I just had to take them there, and offer encouragement, and talk to them about soccer, and try to learn to understand the game-- I didn't know I had to pretend to love it and frankly I don't think it's healthy to lie to your kids because they will be parents some day).
Frankly, what I actually want is to put a gun in my mouth and put an end to all of it.
It might not be too bad to take a hunting knife and cut myself up until I pass out from blood loss.
I have tried, and tried, and tried. When I succeed in being the person they want to be, it takes so much out of me that I have a breakdown. And then he tells me that he never wanted that, that I brought it on myself, and that I don't have to act like that. So I stop acting, and after about 6 weeks he always comes along and punches me in the gut (not literally) screaming about what a sh***y person I am because I am not keeping up the act.
I really, really, really want to die. God won't make me normal, no matter how much I pray. Do you think He might just strike me dead if I pray for that instead??
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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"