Panic Attack

It’s late. I’m in Texas. I have pneumonia. I’m frustrated as hell that my sister is a psychotic woman and her husband is a moron with paranoid delusions. 

But worst of all I am angry at Jack for fucking the last 7 years of my life and there’s nothing I can do about it. Once again I come back to the realization that there is nothing he can say or do that I can believe or believe in. 

I’m panicking over this. I’m so alone and frightened. 

Right now I hate him and I want my husband back.