Stripped

I feel completely stripped of all facades. All the masks are gone, and I really hate what I see. I am pitiful really. Sick and selfish. Appearances have always meant so much to me. It didn't matter if everything was falling apart, I had to portray some image of who I was to someone out there who really didn't matter, completely at the expense of those who matter most to me, my husband and children. Ouch! Well, this is it. The end of it. If I can't walk forward in truth, I'd rather die.