Only thing keeping me going.

Not to delve too deep into the dark abyss that I call my feelings, I’ll just brush the surface to give you guys an idea.

I currently live with my sister-in-laws family’s (both, my husbands sister, and his brothers wife) just because he likes living as a joint family.

And as we know, females are problematic, so I’ll leave that at that. 2 women are tough but three in one kitchen are a nightmare.

My husband will ignore me for days on end at random, until I apologize for something I didn’t even know I did.

My MIL basically controls my husbands mood, so if she’s upset at me, he’s even more.

Day in and day out, it feels like I’m just pushing myself through.

A past history of depression and self harm don’t exactly help how I’m feeling.

I don’t feel appreciated, or supported or loved.

Not from my husband, and obviously not by his family.

The only thing keeping me alive, at this point, is my two month old son.

Seeing him smile and laugh, and even just having him look at me, I feel like I can get through the day.

If not for me, Atleast for him.

This boy has no idea how much I need him.