I try so hard to take care of her and make her happy. I have worked and slaved to ensure a certain lifestyle. I have never strayed or abused her. I have loved her although she makes it so hard these days . She has killed that. Why in God’s name has she become a miserable, snappish, lazy, untidy b****? I never scream at her or lash out but I will never simply roll over and be attacked without cause.
I have decided to leave her to it alone and take myself and my support elsewhere. I will sleep well knowing that by this weekend I will have started over and find the peace I have missed for so long.
She can live with herself, her mess and her drama and have no one but herself to blame.