I just came home from a trip where I learned that several work projects are not going well, and I really don’t like my job, and my husband told me that he’s felt for YEARS that he’s my lowest priority (after work, girls, online friends and writing). I think he’s only here now because of the children, which is something I never wanted to model for my kids.
I still love him, and don’t want him to feel like that. There is only so much of me to go around.
So…
I use writing as an escape from my life. I need to focus on my life so I don’t need to escape it permanently.