Sliding down a deep slope
I’ve been married to him for 25 years. It’s so complicated, I can’t even sort it. I guess I’ve spent years pretending that the “old him” is gone. When in fact the “old me” has been subdued into submission for the past 15 years. I feel like a huge fake. A phony. An imposter. He’s a narcissist so everyone who knows us thinks I’m a pampered queen on a pedestal. Over the past few days, I’ve just felt like I’m slipping into a depression. I’ve never felt so hopeless.