Trying to convince myself

I know that the best thing I can do is to just go with it, there is not much/anything I can do. And that is killing me right now. To know what I want, to have it at an arms length, but still way out of reach and foremost out of my control. Trying to…

Contempt

It must be some kind of loathe, I can not interpret it as anything else. It almost happens at the exact same time each year, when my husband shows such a unhidden contempt towards me and our children. He must truly despise us. Or why would he otherwise do it? And continue to do it. Year, after year,…