So me & my husband have had a ruff year, today I was driving on route 9 when my husband took off his seat belt and opened the passenger door and tried to jump out in front of a 16 wheeler truck. My first reaction was to grab him and I thank god I did and I steered off the highway into that grassy area after slamming on my breaks and sliding and I turned to him and said what the hell why would you do that? And he said I hope you know I’ll try to it again, and that he wanted to die and that no one could help him and he was tired. I brought him to middlesex Hospital and after 10 minutes of trying to get him inside he finally went in. And I was a mess crying 😭 and shacking I couldn’t believe what just happened. The doctor and nurses where very friendly and supportive. So I am going to give you some back story on what lead up to all this.

Sorry for the long post

So we Just got evicted in July and my husband lost his job in June and our car got repo this morning we came outside and saw it was gone. We are way in over our head and can’t afford to eat or anything to be honest and so they are keeping my husband on the psych floor and he said to me they give him food and snacks and that he feels safe there and worry free but I can’t help but feel so hurt 😭 the thought that I could have been planning a funeral today kills me and I know he’s getting the help me needs but Dam I had a hard childhood and my adult start hasn’t been any easier, like wtf God I am begging 🥺 you for a break, for help and instead I feel like I am drowning.