Halloween, a complete nightmare.
Doing anything at all, with Charlie, is a struggle for me. Just being around him leaves me upset and at the brink of tears more often than not.
I wish he would just crawl into a hole somewhere and die.
Last night was no different, holiday or not. Between being urged to become a prostitute and being put down for my looks, it was impossible for me to enjoy my favorite night of the year with Thomas and Hannah.
I hate Charlie for making me feel terrible about myself. I hate him more because he finds such delight in destroying me emotionally.
He didn't deserve someone like me.
Now I will forever pay the price of thinking that I could somehow manage to make my life normal with that monster.
I wish he would just crawl into a hole somewhere and die.
Last night was no different, holiday or not. Between being urged to become a prostitute and being put down for my looks, it was impossible for me to enjoy my favorite night of the year with Thomas and Hannah.
I hate Charlie for making me feel terrible about myself. I hate him more because he finds such delight in destroying me emotionally.
He didn't deserve someone like me.
Now I will forever pay the price of thinking that I could somehow manage to make my life normal with that monster.
@ 4:59 PM
2 Comments:
I hear you loud and clear. Holidays are hard.
It's too bad, actually. Kids are supposed to come first, holidays are geared right for them. He absolutely ruined everything for them.
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