“Do you love me?”

"Do you love me?" I screamed with tears streaming down my face.

"Fuck you, bitch!" Was his reply.

Still begging and pleading I ask him, "just tell me you love me"...holding a bottle of pills.

With fire and anger in his eyes he glares at me.

I began swallowing one at time. "Please!!! Don't you love me? Do you care?" 3 more pills down.

"Ok. I guess you could careless if I live or die, I'll just finish this bottle."

"Go ahead" he says emotionless.

Pill after pill I swallowed each and everyone as he sat and watched.

He gets up and goes to our oldest child. "Your Mom just took and entire bottle of muscle relaxers, do what you want, I need to go to work." The door slams behind him.

"Mom!!!! Mom!!!! What did you take???"

I handed him the empty bottle. My body is comfortably numb.

"Mom! Look at me! Get in the car!" "Oh my God, mom! Why??"

"I just wanted him to tell me he loved me".