I won’t lie, I’m at my wits end.

I didn’t want to leave my abusive marriage because I knew exactly the kind reaction I’d get from my family. I knew they’d assume I was being dramatic. Making it up. Lying. They’d assume that all the tears I’ve cried while terrified of my wife were alligator tears.

But I decided to leave my marriage anyways. And guess what? I was right.

But oh oh oh, to make it even worse, I’ve developed a chronic illness. I’ve had to leave one of my jobs, can’t go full time at the other, and now I’m broke. I can’t move out, my wife can’t move out. We’re stuck together. And who has been taking care of my sick ass? My wife.

Do you know how confusing that is??

Last week I had to stay at my dads because I was convinced my wife was going to stab me, and now she’s the one taking care of me….

I can’t do this. I’ll never leave. I needed my family

To help pull me out but all they’ve done is shown me why there is no point in leaving.

At least my wife cares enough to abuse me. There’s no one coming to wrap their arms around me and tell me it’s all going to be okay.

I turn 27 this year and the 27 club is calling my name