That's all I wanted. Not even the full 48 hours. I asked for the help. To take a step back. I'd miss the kids but more importantly the kids would miss me. It's tiring to be the one they don't like more, because you've been at work all day, so it's like Christmas when you come through the door. Just a few days in the woods to myself. A tent and the trails, to collect my thoughts. To breath and feel free. To ground the things I've had up to here -. All of you say, I never get out of the house. You don't stop to understand my need to be by myself. I'm trapped in a room with three more to share. Add two more, and this place is a house not a home. Although it is appreciated to have such a nice roof, I feel so trapped, that's just the truth. But I tried to get out. And I planned. And I bought. Everything ready, for that camping spot. Then you all turned on me and you said. It's a bad idea. Don't let her go. Let's lie about money instead. And now I feel trapped more than before. Impatient and frustrated. Withdrawing even more. They always say, "if only we knew." But ironically, I'm asking for help You just break promises and choose not to see that help through.
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