Back before I had a baby, I'd go to the gym quite often. That means lots of stretchy, spandexy things that needed washing. While it's fine to wash them as you normally would, drying anything spandex in the dryer is a recipe for disaster. Sooner rather than later, the spandex/Lycra will simply give out due to excess heat. So, I'd dry the stretchy things on a drying rack. I still do this with bras. Not so much with the pants. Ain't got time for that shit with a screamin' banshee baby needing her mama.
Lush isn't a site for therapy of the kind you may need to work through your issues around this. We may express our personal opinions and give you suggestions for how to proceed, but in the end, we're just a bunch of strangers who don't know the extent of your situation.
Decide what you will do, then seek help from family, friends, help groups. Whatever you need to do to straighten out your life.
Good luck.
Agree 100% with V. No relationship, no PERSON, is worth putting up with any kind of abuse.
Sixteen years. He was older.
They're all entirely too big. I'd go with one of the secondary sub-Avengers. Or, the Avengers support group.
Colson. *swoon*