The 3rd child who was neglected. Quiet and independent. Brought up strict then thrown into the world without any life skills.
Second marriage from he'll. Ex military screaming in my face 8 hours a day. Finally broke me. Left that monster. Started the journey of PTSD. That was 2008. I've worked out some triggers. Haven't figured out the rest. 3rd marriage...2 years in. Not going well. Communication break down. Always crying. Should of just stayed single. He says I asked for it. It's my self fulfilling prophecy. I spend my time behind a barricaded door like I'm crazy.
I'm not crazy. I'm lonely. I can't speak right anymore. I'm sad all the time.
I would like to just be understood.