Dear Brandon,
You pulled our son’s hair and intentionally hurt him! I don’t know if I can ever forgive you for something like that. Yes, he was hurting me by pulling my hair, and if we were in kindergarten, I would applaud you. There is a big power difference between all of us, and you are ruining it.
I don’t know if I can forgive you all of the other stuff too. Did you that I have been drinking almost every other night (sometimes more) to cope with my anxiety of not knowing what you are going tpl dl next.
Your outbursts are frightening to me! I am scared shirtless with you, simply because I have a child with you. I ache for the man that I used to know when I was pregnant.
It is fucking sad.
You shouldn’t have to be scared.
Plan and save to leave?