I love you. But I hate you. Your lies, your fake promise to leave that other man. Your stubbornness to not listen to my father and take your medicines. You promised me . But it was fake. I gave you a choice. I told you to choose. You lie to everyone saying that we torture you, that my father is a bad father. He's more of a parent than you'll ever be. You sure as hell aren't a good role model. And you sure as hell aren't a good wife. You skipped your medicines just to spite hism., And now it's too late. And I won't help you. It will kill me but I'll let you be. I won't help, even though I want to. In once said that you were a black hole. My dad won't know about your infedility or about your constant lies. It will kill me to tell him. But I know that he already knows. And I heard you and him talk. About how you both staying united will help me, but it won't. I have realised that staying with you is toxic. But u also know that no one will believe my dad. They never do though do they? It's always the husband's fault isn't it? You told everyone that he was bad to get their pity. And now they all are on your side. But I'm not. And I don't know how to tell him that I don't want to live with you anymore. He tells me that ur disease is the cause of ur deliusons. Times with you are like polar opposites, either it's one of the best times ever, or the worst. Theres never been an inbetween and there's never will be. I don't know why you come up with stories, to entertain the listeners. Why? Its driving me crazy.