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Posted by :( at July 13, 2012

No one hates their life more than me. If I were to write everything down explaining I would probably take up the whole page. The short version is I am damn near 30 overweight and ignored. I married young to the man of my "daydreams" and wanted to make it work for the two children that act like monsters 80% of the time.I have a twisted relationship and basically I'm damned if i do..damned if I dont. our relationship creates a void neither money or work can fulfill. I bust my ass everyday and afterward am told to go to hell.. After 9 years of marriage my husband ignores me because over the years I gained a few pounds and tells me almost daily I am not a priority. But of course his feelings would change if I lost weight. I literally live in hell and hope the real hell is a little better than what I am being subjected to.


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