I might start posting here again. I don't think people really read it anymore, and that's probably good.
There's stuff in my life I feel like talking/writing/venting about that I'm not allowed to talk about and am kind of scared to post on facebook or a regular blog or whatever, but keeping it all to myself is too lonely.
My marriage is pretty much over. Billy may or may not be trans, but I've finally had enough people tell me he's absuive I've started to listen. If/when I leave, he's going to make it about gender and make me look like an asshole, but I don't really care anymore. I can't afford to leave right now, but I'm making plans. One more year here to finsih school, then transferring to a 4-year school, hopefully out of state. I don't want to be living nearby when I tell him I'm not coming back, because I still think he could and possibly would kill me over it. He's told me that several times in the past, especially if he felt like I was taking 'his" child. I told my mom about it, she said not to take it too seriously and to just stick in there.