My kids wouldn't miss me. They would be happy.
They hate me.
What if I just took a bunch of pills, or slit my wrists, or crashed my car on purpose?
Their lives would not be worse. Their lives would be better.
I love them so much. They don't care. They just think my soul purpose is to make their lives miserable.
What a great fucking time I picked to try to be a strong, independant woman.
My mom wants me to succeed. I want me to succeed. My friends want me to succeed.
My kids want me out of the picture.
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