I like how I'm called a bitch and its my fault.our family is falling a part, but you strangled me and screamed at me for being depressed. I struggled alone postpartum, left alone with the baby after I had seizure because you refused to call out of work to help me out. I could barely stand. You threw things at the closed door that I was cowering behind with our kid. And screaming hateful things. But its my fault our family fell apart. You say you miss our kid but when I asked for help to start our baby's eating journey you said you were too busy and too busy to put them on a schedule. When I asked you to at least pay for the car insurance, even though I was paying for everything else and making less. You screamed at me, but its my fault our family fell apart. You wanted couple's therapy, but you won't take accountability. It's always my fault. But never yours. (In therapy and me and the baby are safe, working on removing myself from them)