I'm tired of this multiplicity, I'm tired of them all not getting along, of constant noise in my head of having to intervene and try to make peace and try to make them understand they have to learn to get long. They did pretty well until Eve came along and now it is just chaos. No one is happy, they don't get along and it is making my life hell. I want a life again. Not to be stuck in the house every day all day. My kids are grown and gone, there is no reason for me to have to be here all the time. I tried a part time volunteer job, Eve sabotaged it, then OD'd. I tried another part time job, when they called to tell me how excited they were I applied and wanted to set up an interview for a job I would have been PERFECT for, Eve said she would hurt us again if I even went to the interview. I am being ruled by Eve. I don't know what to do. I am so sick and tired of it. She is ruining my diet, I have gained back so much weight that I had lost, some of it id from meds but a lot of it is from her. I can't get her to understand I needs a life. My psychiatrist (who also does my therapy) says she is doing well, making progress, we have to be patient, but I am TIRED of being patient, sick of the threats and want a life. Why should that be so bad? Why can't I be a multiple and have a life, too?
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