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I just can't take it anymore. I'm so tired. I get up every day, I do my hair, I put on my makeup, and it just takes so long and it's so tiring. He just expects me to be so perfect every day.

At least he's not making you go to etiquette school. The things that they make you do, saying that men are always right, you have to pour their drink, you have to light their cigar, you have to let them go out to poker, you have to have the dinner ready, the ******** up, everything is on you. Men have no obligations.

I know. We're just expected to be perfect ladies all the time. It's just not me. It's just not how I feel on the inside.

I just feel so alone now. He doesn't even get possibly upstairs. He's always gone. Me and the **** are left home alone.

It's awful. You know what? I'm tired of living this way. Sometimes, well, okay, sometimes when I'm alone, which is a lot of the times now, I think about just being a pig. Just letting go completely.