What am I in Journal

doing?
What do I care about?
Niceties? Politeness? Being civil? Making sure I don’t hurt anyone feelings?
All the while I get pummeled and castigated, ignored, spurned, taken for granted?
No. I don’t care about any of those things.

I am doing too much. I recognize that, now. I am not surrounded by people that care about me or want the best for me. So I must be immeasurably careful. The man I married is surrounded by incredibly selfish, careless people. People who only want obedience and attention.
How do I extricate myself? Do I simply disavow and remain, or do I physically, emotionally, change my circumstances?
I think I need to change my circumstances. I cannot be dependent on someone who is themselves dependent on evil people.

I threw everything in. I went all out. I pulled all the stops. I am glad that I did. Now I know with certainty. Now I have complete closure.
Still, I wonder about the future. Now more than ever. I wonder what will come. I know that I must sell everything. I can’t stay here. Not anymore.