I came home from work today and just ignored everyone. I didn't want to talk at all. I made kids dinner and chatted to my friends online. All night. I don't know if it made me feel better, but at least I don't feel worse.
The kids all went to bed early and quietly except for Alex. Who apparently just decided NOT to do the dishes tonight. ummm. what the fuck. If I am not naggin ghte hell out of of everyone, things truly don't get done.
I asked him just now, at almost midnight?- why didn't you do the dishes? You didn't even get started? He gave me a blank stare. That stupid fucking look that his FATHER has. "I don't know." Jesus. I wanted to punch him. What the fuck is that??
It's days like this that I wonder if anyone in this house gives a a shit about me. I'm so fucking tired of this crap!! I hate to act like I'm so unappreciated, but I'm just angry. I hate to be so woe is me. I don't need a wooden cross here. But jesus... I think I have a right to be angry because I feel like I have sacrifice a lot for this family and I think that the fucking dishes can get done right??
Ok. this is a stupid post. I know. I'm depressed. It's not the holidays either. I wish this was seasonal depression. No this is just familial depression.
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