It's 10:00 a.m., and I haven't taken my meds yet -- I will shortly, I need them. I've been taking too much klonopin, these days. Partly holiday related, partly life related. Yesterday I just wanted to numb myself. Forget about the fucking world. Trigger after trigger after trigger. I haven't taken 10 mgs of klonopin in a long time. I did yesterday. Truth is I want to take more today.

I know it will make me tired and I'm at work, so I don't know what I'm going to do. I just feel alone and not really scared, but depressed and disappointed and I'm feeling like a failure. I know you will tell me and maybe I even know it too, that I'm not a failure, but it doesn't take that feeling away. I was on edge all day yesterday. Talking to him so many times. Hearing those women at CCD -- about divorce and abused women and children, what they said was true. So true. It left me wishing that I didn't even go. It got off topic which is why that happened. It wasn't expected and the fact that he called during that conversation was eery. It just threw off my whole day. He must have called at least 5 or 6 times that day and the last one ended in sort of an argument if you want to call it that. I was angry. Telling him that the conversation was over. "Get the kids out of the room, I want to talk to you!" No, no, noooo. "Are you listening to yourself, why are you talking to me this way?" "What the hell Wen" After all this time, it still bothers me. Still gets to me. Still fucks me up. Did it fuck me up this much while I was married. Probably, but I had it in me to "deal" with it and just believe I deserved it. Sometimes I knew I didn't. But it didn't matter. What he says goes. That's the way it was and sometimes, it's the way he still thinks it should be. He wanted me to go shopping with him last week. I said no. He's calling so much lately. It's because he IS alone. He sounds needy and depressed all the time, but yesterday it was more demanding. Something I don't need to hear. I hate that it still gets to me still after three years. Ironic how sometimes I could miss him to where it hurts and a day later I can hate him until it hurts too. My head is screwing with me and making me second guess everything. The saddest part is that its making me hate myself just like I used to. I know the best thing to do is shut off the phone but sometimes he calls for the kids. I suppose I should just let them answer the phone. But most times he calls my cell

It's almost like I'm looking for trouble. I know better. I just am not following through with what I know is right for me. Control. It's all about fucking control. And I always lose where that's concern. Even with my son. Where is my control. But that's a whole different story.