I'M SO DONE with this stupid house and my shitty empty marriage and the fact that I have nothing to look forward to!

So when my husband's financial advisor called MY number looking for my husband and decided to ask whether my name will go on the mortgage application it was really the last fucking straw for me. I tried to just say that's his thing, I'm not involved, but she had questions of course. Of fucking course. Now she's a sweet person, and she's done a lot for us over the years, but I wanted to scream at her when I finally burst out that I won't be moving into the new house with them.

And I don't want to hear that fake sweet "Oh, I'm sooorry.. I'm soo sooorryyyy" WELL I'M NOT SORRY. I'd leave today but it's not possible. I just hope she doesn't say anything to him because he doesn't know that I still don't plan on fixing anything. My heart is an empty black void.

I wish I could still look forward to living alone but I'm so goddamn exhausted and confused and unhealthy and my career is shit and my friends are too busy and everything is falling apart piece by piece. OH YEAH and the heat has likely killed my senior cat by now bc she's been gone for 4 days and 3 nights.... 😢🤯💀

Edit: around 9pm my old cat finally came back... limping badly, poor mama 😢 but she's safe now.