I felt so alone for a long time. I had no one and hubby freaked out out west too. But in 2020, I met Senor Plume who listened to all my mad rantings. He must have been fascinated by mental health. maybe he found me charsmatic in my mad streaks. Whatever it is, he felt so good. I felt adored and venerated almost. He is very good poet, good with words and making you feel loved. I desperately needed this by 2020. After that, I calmed down with my hatred a lot. Except towards my parents. I finally increased my meds a bit, went to chill in hospital for a few weeks, had good real conversations with my husband and he was granted almosta  year off work to recuparate from our common madness. Now Love is in a lot of places, pretty much everywhere. I have finally connected again with hubby on a sane level. It is so much better that way.