I’m so lonely I can’t breathe. My chest hurts. Truth is, I’m married and my husband is simply in the next room. He can’t stand me. He’s has no kindness in him. He has no warmth. Married 17 years and it’s easily been over a decade since a kind word or a kiss. I’m spoken to as though I am hated. I am hated. He makes that clear. Beaten down like a dog. Actually the dog is treated better than I am. I can’t leave. Because I don’t have a job. Or money. I’m not leaving my kids. I’m fat. I’m invisible. I didn’t used to be. I was beautiful. I was someone. I had value. I crave a smile. Or a touch. I crave to be seen. And held. And heard. Someone to laugh with. Someone who has my back. It’s been so long. I’m so lonely. So alone. In a room full of people. I’m screaming and everyone goes about their life...never even glancing my way.