Am I happy? Yes. Am I stressed? Also yes. Being judged and scorned for every move you make is no fun. I had to get away from the house for a little while. I just can’t deal right now. I’m trying to move forward from the pain he’s caused me, but every day i get reminded by some tiny thing and it brings an entire flashback with it. I’m tired and depressed and pregnant and hungry and married and insecure… I want to be okay. When things are going good, damn, are they great. Then, there are days like this when I think and realize I have no friends. I have no one to talk to. I have no where to go. I have no escape. I’m tired of always worrying. I’m tired.