I got divorced.

Nobody knows but my psychiatrist. Started to visit him because I couldn’t understand myself why I was always so stressed. He said that it must be because I couldn’t handle my marriage well. But I couldn’t accept it. He asked if there was any other problem that made me feel so sad. And I had to answer. He was calm. He looked me in the eye and asked if I was comfortable to reveal my problem. In fact, I felt relieved. I told him everything. I said I couldn’t handle my child anymore. He asked me how. I couldn’t control myself. I had to answer. I had to answer because I couldn’t keep it in me. I couldn’t carry it. He didn’t make any comment. He was silent. He asked me if I had done it with my child before. I think I broke down because I couldn’t handle it anymore. I cried. I told him everything. I told him I was going to take my child away. I couldn’t control myself again. I couldn’t control myself and I did it to my child. I told him I couldn’t control myself. I couldn’t control myself again and I did it to my child again. And again and again. I couldn’t handle it. I got divorced. I took my child with me. I couldn’t control myself. I couldn’t control myself and I did it to my child. I couldn’t control myself. I want to reveal my problem. I couldn’t control myself and I did it to my child again. I couldn’t control myself. I couldn’t control myself and I did it to my child again. I couldn’t control myself.