You’ll never see this. I don’t think you even do anything else on the computer. You think everything is fine because I don’t complain anymore. In reality, I just gave up. I’ve tried and tried and fought and fought but you just do the bare minimum that’s required of you to get by. How could anyone call this a marriage? We’re more like roommates with kids. We don’t do anything anymore. The last thing we did together was go shopping for laptops for me — and while I want one, I feel like you were so enthusiastic because you wanted me out of your hair. You get mad when I leave to hang out with real life people, like I should enjoy watching movies alone or crying in the bathroom. I still have the dissolution papers filled out, I just don’t have the balls to leave you. I know you’ll leave me here by myself with two kids and being a single mother terrifies me. I won’t be able to support myself and I don’t want to have to depend on welfare and child support. These are the only reasons I haven’t left you yet. I love you and always will, but you’ve killed me. I don’t feel like your wife anymore.
You haven’t noticed anything’s wrong, that I sleep all the time and drink more and have lost 20 pounds in the past month. But I guess it’s hard to see what’s going on around you when all you do is stare at a computer screen.