I was asleep by 7pm  last night. I feel rather ill from the flu.And from being yelled at all day yesterday.

I take courage that the. house is big enough to avoid seeing my man.

It is my refuge. I am so tired of his pompous rage.  He forgives nothing.

I hope to die before him he is so fucking nasty and ungrateful about me. Dying alone for him would do him good after he treated everyone so badly. Truly,he is unbearable since Friday noon. He fell on his therapist's nerves with his rudeness, and now lost him.