I feel like I am pulling a vortex of swirling, angry, energy in my wake today. With good reason.
I cleaned the fucking mess in the kitchen that didn't belong to me. NONE OF THE MULTITUDE OF DISHES THAT I WASHED WERE ONES THAT EITHER MYSELF OR MY HUSBAND HAD USED! There was OLD MILK in them, and left over cereal ... leavings in the bottom of mugs. Who eats cereal out of a mug, when the next cupboard over has perfectly good bowls in it?!
I threw a tantrum. I threw some things. I kicked some doors. I made the living room sit-able again. I am SO FUCKING ANGRY about her petty little note and expectations that I honestly acted like something that I didn't recognize today.
I hate it here. I wish we could be someplace else. I can't even get myself to keep our living space neat because I can't stand it enough to care about the presentation. We can't have friends visit. We don't have anyone over. My own mother hasn't even been here since Mom helped bring boxes in. I don't really care if the place isn't presentable for her friend, it's NOT MY MESS TO DEAL WITH, and she CANNOT expect me to clean up her fucking life whenever she needs to be presentable!
I threw a tantrum. I threw some things. I kicked some doors. I made the living room sit-able again. I am SO FUCKING ANGRY about her petty little note and expectations that I honestly acted like something that I didn't recognize today.
I hate it here. I wish we could be someplace else. I can't even get myself to keep our living space neat because I can't stand it enough to care about the presentation. We can't have friends visit. We don't have anyone over. My own mother hasn't even been here since Mom helped bring boxes in. I don't really care if the place isn't presentable for her friend, it's NOT MY MESS TO DEAL WITH, and she CANNOT expect me to clean up her fucking life whenever she needs to be presentable!