Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:I hate his guts and fantasize about his funeral. What I'll wear. How I'll act. What I'll do immediately after. How well I will sleep that first night alone .....
I fantasize when I can't get in touch with my husband for a few hours that he's had a heart attack and I'll find him dead on the floor when I get home. (He had a heart attack a couple years ago.). Literally my only reaction to that fantasy is to think, "My mornings would be more hectic because I'd have to get the kids out of the house by myself, and I would probably have to sign up for a few extra hours per week of after-school care for the kids." My life would be so much better (no one yelling at me...) if he weren't here.
Imagine being with someone for 10 years and having kids with them and her not being sorry if you died.