My porn addicted husband arranges for his convient exit so he can go on to his exciting life and he leaves me on a limited budget with most the responsibility. I've had it. I have spent every bloody night since Sept 13 at home while my kids are asleep in thier bed and I'm tired of having No life. But of course I have to wait until the divorce proceedings are settled and the custody is settled and the maintenance/alimony is settled and my daycare situation gets Ironed out. Then and maybe then I afford a sitter so I can set in a movie by myself. My house feels like a jail. And any family is 9 hours away. I'm a lone island. I could just scream.
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