There is no Alan MacMillan anymore in my life. And I have not met anyone who was open to doing therapy with me. Just pump me or not full of meds. I was really really alone in bc when hubby completely lost it about 7 years ago. It is very strange when non one believes the traumatizing shit you have been through for real. When the shrink asked brian about those years, he denied it. Now that I am on a higher dose and his temper got him in trouble at work, he finally took a holiday and is more reasonable. I don’t think he will put me through that shit again, but the fact that he neve admits to his abuse of any sort with anyone is a big problem for my mental health and his.
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