I really need to keep away from the "Marriage is Bliss" themes, but, but butt I am fairly positive the severity of my pains may in part be in relation to how I was treated for these 25 years.

It really didn't take long. Pretty much as soon as I started coming home in pain in 2000, she started yelling at me. I couldn't talk to my parents, my dad had mental issues, and my mom treated me the same. So I really wasn't allowed to adapt to the pains. Any learning I attempted on my own was met with more anger.

Well, it wasn't until a few months ago that I finally realized she did not know a thing about me. Her knowledge of me, after these 25 years, was equivalent to a classmate that is seated next to you. Pretty much any hours I spent cleaning, taking care of the kids, cooking, gardening, etc was trumped by the few minutes she spent with me after work and away from the t.v..

Anyway, still looking for work while staying with a niece, and will try to get into a shelter a city over. Niece brought a kitten with GI issues, so I can't trust my knitting items I could sell on Etsy. Plus her AC units don't work well, so it is so hot in here. Plus her internet is extremely poor, so I can't do anything remote. Then there's my car, I have nowhere to store my house stuff, so I can't even clean out my car to do delivery jobs. Though I shouldn't be driving a lot anyway. Some NSAIDs I took in 21 in hopes to escape my wife have really messed up my mind. Oof!

Anyway, anyway, I am so so so so burnt out.

I hope at least one person out there likes these comics, heh. And hopefully they help at least one person come to terms with what they went through, if they happened to have had the same experience. It took me 25 years, :grimacing: