I have secrets. Some of which I have shared with the closest of my friends and some that I have kept to myself. But I am tired. I can’t do this anymore. I need to let everything out somewhere. This is the 1000th fight I have had with my husband. I think he hates me. I haven’t had anything to eat since this morning. While I sit in the bedroom and write, he is in the living room, watching something stupid and laughing. I am dying in this relationship. I need to tell someone. I can’t tell my parents, my younger sister or my friends. And so, I write for myself. Online is safe. He won’t know.