"Care?" My husband said pulling me out of my thoughts as he wrapped his arms around me sitting on the couch. "Are you still thinking about it?" He asked looking at me seriously. Course I was thinking about it. How could I not? I want to tell him the truth. How horrible I feel about myself but I don't want him to worry. He doesn't deserve that. "Please. The truth." He added looking down into my eyes.
"Mike its going to be hard for me not to think about it... Mike do you know it feels for everyone to hate you?" I said a tear falling from my eye.
"Only everyone doesn't hate you... I don't hate you." Mike said looking upset. "Look through these baby... Then tell me everyone hates you." Mike said handing me his phone. I scrolled through all the pictures and messages people had sent me on Instagram. All included the hashtag staystrongCarrie. I went to the hash tag and it had thousands of pictures of me with fans or just me or just fans who had posted their story and what I've done for them in their life. One was a girl named Anna who went into complete description on how I helped her through self harm and suicidal thoughts.
"Carrie everyone does not hate you..." Mike said looking at me seriously. "Your fans would be crushed if you took your life baby... I would." Mike added as a tear fell from my eye. "I love you baby... I love you so much. If you go I go too." Mike said moving closer to me.
"I love you too Mike..." I replied resting my head on his chest as I began crying.
