I struggle everyday to make sense of my life.

My husband lies to me. He twists my actions. He tells me that I'm losing him through my emotional ways.

Maybe I am too much. Maybe I create scenarios in my head and become anxious about them to point that I can't get out of bed. Maybe I feel embarrassed of how my body has changed and grown. Maybe I'm just acting sad for attention. Maybe. Maybe.

Or maybe this isn't my fault. Maybe, I found where he took someone out on his credit card statement. Maybe I try to do everything, and it's still not enough.

Maybe I should just give up. Because no one will miss me anyway.