I am being treated for severe depression, but I never get better. I cry often, apparently for no reason. I started taking a different med today.

I am so tired.

I am bone tired of absolutely everything about being married to a man with kids.

I am tired of the intrusive texts/calls from BM/skids, of feeling like an intruder in my own home, of having a significant portion of what should be our income go to another household.

I never had children. It bothered me for a while in my late 30s, but now I am glad that things turned out the way they did.