I stopped talking to you for a reason. I wanted to hang out and play video games. Have fun, chill, but you made things way too intense. Everyone has their issues, even me, so I'd try to encourage you to seek help for them. While my experiences weren't exactly the same, I could relate to having an issue and struggling to fix it. I'm not perfect, and can be an asshole sometimes, but I never did anything to hurt you or be cruel. I'm going to be honest, you are in an awful situation. No one in your life seems to want better for you, and I don't understand it. It's a sign of serious mental health distress to have multiple psychotic breaks. This has happened with you repeatedly, and no one seemed to be concerned or understand the severity. You live with your parents, brother, grandfather, and husband, yet none of them thought to help you seek psychiatric care? Your parents let some 20 something move in with you when you were 16, same weirdo married you at 18. That's not even remotely normal. On top of dude being an ugly weirdo, he's not even helping you with your mental health. It's not really a money issue, because y'all waste it all on food delivery and video games. It sucks having to pay out of pocket for mental healthcare, but it's doable. I know because I've done it. Ultimately, it is your decision, so this is all I'll say about that. My primary annoyance is with your need to always be a victim, even when you've literally caused all the problems. Your weirdo husband takes it upon himself to call me a racial slur and ask me about gang violence and rap music. I was willing to put up with a lot of shit, but I draw the line at being called racial slurs. I go off on him, and you try to paint me as the problem, not that creepy groomer you've hitched yourself to. I haven't spoken to you in months, yet you still try and turn the other group members against me. Overall, I'm putting that shit behind me, so whatever man. You're too old, and I'm definitely too fucking old.