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I’ve never been good at keeping my promise. Already, a promise I made to my husband on his birthday (my WILL to live has) been broken. Today, I have no will to live. Plain and simple. Just don’t. I’m tired of breaking promises and I’m tired of having promises broken that were made to me:
My husband promised to be there for me in sickness and health and he’s been there neither. Ironically, he’s a doctor. He’s there for everyone else in the world, except me. I have called or asked him to come be with me…that I need him and he has NEVER put me above his work schedule, unless I was in the hospital. I called and asked him to come home today…he didn’t even have scheduled patients today and he wouldn’t come home to be with me.
I NEVER received approval and love from my father, even…
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