I hate my husband. I miss my ex. I married him because I wanted out of my home town. I was so stupid. Now I’m a year into marriage trapped in a home where I don’t feel loved or appreciated and I just wan to kill myself. But does he care? No, he’s just out there throwing away all my books and writing and art things. It’s like he’s preparing for me to die so he doesn’t have to do it all after words. I want to die so much but I know people will only think of me as being selfish. But there’s no way out that won’t end up with me being shamed or rejected by everyone I know. So the only way out is by death.