I’m unsure. I don’t know who I am anymore. I don’t need to be angry, and yet that’s all I ever am. At times I think to myself….what if I just pack up and go? Will he be better off without me? Do I need to put myself through so much torture and depravity? He isn’t going to fix it. How long are you going to keep all this up? When will you finally stick up for yourself? I never knew how bad someone could hurt with just simple words. He isn’t the man I use to know. I’m not the woman he knew either. I honestly don’t know what I’m suppose to be. All I know now is how to be a mother. I need to take care of my boys….and myself. I’m just unsure what to do.