I secretly yearn to get in the car, and drive away. To anywhere. I don’t care. Just as long as it’s far away from here. I love my kids, but I do NOT love being a mom. My marriage is nearly sex-less. I feel unloved. I don’t have anybody to talk to or care for me. I feel alone. I am sad, and I want out. I can’t leave because I’m not financially able. I can’t leave because of family obligations. I can’t leave because I can’t face the humiliation, of being wrong, of everybody else being right. I want to leave, but I can’t. I just want to start over fresh, without looking back.