Too many sounds in my head. 40 years of deafening noise. Can't make it stop. Can't think. Barely alive. Anxiously awaiting the silence of death. And I'm afraid.

When my husband confessed to me about his affair, it broke my heart and nearly ruined our marriage.

Now I am glad that I never told him about MY affair.

My family would freak if they knew what I like to do to myself sexually. My husband is scared. I love needles and pain.

I worry that my sausage may hurt someone.

I swallowed Jack again. I think the answer must be at the bottom of the bottle. No one knows I drink everyday. It seems to dull the pain a bit.