Drowning in a sea of rage
As I sit here I could literally wrap my hands around my husband's neck and squeeze until his eyes burst from the force. Anger is a mask for pain, frustration and fear. I am full of all three. I have run out of patience with him and the situation. As I have said before, patience is a virtue and I have never been accused of being a virtuous woman
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