Daddysredhead
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Joined: 11/6/2005 From: Northern (yet still part of the South) Virginia Status: offline
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*hugs lushy* I told you that miracles still do happen. Maybe this will be one of them I hate it when I have a meltdown of monumental proportions that has scared the phuk out of my family. I hate that I give a shit that any of them are scared. I hate that if I didn't need my dishes, I would've smashed every single breakable in the house. I hate that I can't say sorry or I love you to any of them right now, because truth be told, I am not. I give a damn right now. I hate that am only one person, and I have to deal with kids - one who is homework needy and one whose mood disorder is damn near making me wish death on myself, my dad and his newly arranged physical therapy that no one told me about, making arrangements for picking up Thing 2 for the next two weeks since my dad can't do it, telling Thing 1's head counselor yesterday that I am no longer willing to participate in his treatment - because as I told her, "I'm not the only fucking parent he has you know!", trying to pay bills that I don't have enough money to cover, and so many other things right now that I can't even muster a grin or a smile, much less a giggle. I'm sure my neighbors are wondering wtf is going on down here. I haven't screamed so loud at the general populace in years. I didn't even know I was capable of that level of volume or unbridled anger anymore. I'm sure I'll be sorry soon. Maybe if I could cry, I would feel better.
< Message edited by Daddysredhead -- 11/18/2008 6:01:37 PM >
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