My Miserable Matrimony

Hello, females. Surely there won't be a male interested in what I'm delving into here. The psyche of a woman who is now unfortunately accustomed to being discarded by the men who are supposed to "protect" and "love" her. My father did not stick around long enough for me to have more than a handful of childhood memories together. We share DNA but never shared a roof. My step dad who, the first thing that pops into my head when I think of him is when he dragged my older sister across the floor by her hair when she was only 11. And the only reason he stopped was because his younger brother urged him to. That younger brother, who has since passed, sadly. Maybe he was one of the few good men left. There are so few. Now, my husband (soon to be ex) is added to the list of y chromosome manufactured mishaps that have nearly ruined my life. 

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I want to describe my marriage to whoever cares to read about it because it will help. Whatever pain you may be going through, and however you specifically may be struggling, I do know that I can make you feel a little better about your situation. This is a mutually beneficial endeavor, of course, as I too find relief in jotting down the descriptions of my miserable matrimony. 

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Yours, ALWAYS truly,

Liana