Preston,
I am worthless. I am not good at anything. I can't do anything to fix my problems.. I can't be friends to anyone because they are so unaware of what they say and they expect to much out of me for our friendship to work. I can't hold conversations with people without stumbling over my words. I can't get a job. I don't have you, and you are gone because you thought I would be better without you. What did I do to make you think that?
I want to be with you, please. Please, I am begging you!!! Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please. I miss you. Take me with you.
Everyone has gotten to a least see you, since you have been gone. NOT ME! I am your freakin' wife! Please, just be by me. Just tell me, anything. It doesn't have to be profound. Talk to me.
Your mom thinks she talked to you today. She thinks you want her to do something BIG. You hated her BIG projects. They always stressed you out. Why? I don't get it. You always hated the ay your mom was all the way up to, and even after they were over. After they were over was your least favorite park. Why not me? I don't do anything all day, I have money. I have independence. Why not me? I f feels like you love everyone else more. DO YOU EVEN LOVE ME? DO YOU EVEN LOVE YOUR WIFE?
I don't feel very loved. I feel neglected I feel forgotten. I feel alone. I feel helpless. I feel depressed. I feel empty. I feel worthless. I feel hurt I feel empty. I feel terrible. I feel unhappy. I feel unresolved. I feel unsocial. I feel grumpy. I feel sick. I feel anxious.
I don't feel loved. Especially, by you.
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