I'm so tired and fearful of things that I'll pretend to go to work, park somewhere and sleep. I've tried to tell my doctor's, been on antidepressant, etc.... Nothing helps. I seem worse since I got a hysterectomy. My boyfriend tries to be understanding but doesn't understand what is wrong with me. I don't know how to explain this to anyone. I feel crazy and hopeless. Help!

Have you ever parted with someone on good terms, both knowing it would be the last time you’d see each other? One foot in front of the other, each step taking you further and further apart until you are strangers with a shared history that feels like it was a dream. Why is it much worse than a violent and angry parting?

I don't do well with criticism. I don't know what it is, but I always view it as an attack. Even if it's constructive, I get prickly that I wasn't right to begin with. I also hate when people are dicks about criticizing me....there are nice ways to say things and not-so-nice ways. This is probably a big part of why I don't have a lot of friends. My pets don't talk back to me, haha.

Omg I'm so sorry. I know exactly how you're feeling and there's really nothing anyone can say to make you feel better. It's a sucker punch to the gut. Get a good lawyer. Don't believe anything your husband says to pacify you. Keep us posted. *Hugs*

So irritating living with a man who doesn't know how to fix anything! Everything is rushed and rigged! God forbid I try and help or hire someone. Today's f up? Putting the h and c on the wrong bathroom faucets. I try to remove them to put them on right and he gets upset because the plumbing is "fragile." Everything in this dump is fragile, broken or dirty. He has a deal with the landlord that our rent is dirt cheap, but we have to fix everything. I can't wait til my ex husband refinances our home and gives me my share. I'm going to get my own place.

I felt this so bad. I miss “him” so much it hurts.

Life has been really hard without you. I’m lonely, I’m tired, and I want to go home.

My son just came in and said, "Mom, I smell something burning." I told him, no honey, I'm just preheating the oven, but I went in to check, and I'm glad I did! There was randomly a wooden cutting board stashed inside my oven. WTF? I just baked banana bread last night. I know I did NOT stick a GD wooden cutting board in there BECAUSE I AM NOT STUPID. Watch this- when I tell my DH what happened and remind him that 20 minutes ago i actually told him "I'm going to go ahead and preheat the oven for dinner," he's going to 1. say I didn't tell him, BECAUSE HE WASN'T LISTENING and 2. act like I'm making a big deal out of nothing. I'm glad I didn't end up having to try and read the directions on my fire extinguisher while flames shot out of my oven. W the actual F????? WHO PUTS A WOODEN CUTTING BOARD IN THE OVEN? WITHOUT TELLING ANYONE? BTW cutting board is black and warped, ruined

Holidays without my family are so freaking great. I will probably keep up this small, cozy, stay at home vibe going because it just causes so much anxiety for me to have to drive halfway across the state to spend the day with people who don't want to talk to me anyway. It's much nicer spending the day chilling out with the pets and DH and doing what I like doing.

I can't break up with people. I'm literally incapable of it. I had selective mutism as a child, which is where in certain situations, you become literally unable to speak. Elements of it I still have problems with, but my doctor told me it's not really diagnosed in adults. And twice I've stayed in relationships YEARS longer than I wanted to because I was unable to say even something really simple like, "I'm sorry, but I want to break up." There are other situations where I lose the ability to speak too, if I'm extremely angry or upset. So in short, apparently I'm just completely incapable of having adult relationships. I'm getting CBT for this issue but so far it's not doing anything. Maybe I have to take the Chandler Bing route and write my breakups on a note. Someone did break up with me on Facebook after six years when I was in my 20s, but I feel a bit too old to be doing that now.