DS is disrespectful of me. Then when I put him in his place I'm a bad mom.
My dad doesn't call us, we have to call him. If I was alone and died the neighbors would call in the guys with the Hazmat suits, and he wouldn't pick up on that I died until two years later.
I lose an ounce a day if I'm really strict, then when I have a bite of birthday cake I gain a pound.
I'm 40-something and don't know what I'll be when I grow up. Then when I decide The Universe has a tantrum and punishes me in oh so creative ways.
God forbid that I actually feel joy. Every 2-5 years I'll feel Joy. Then Alien Ghosts (who else can I blame?) must pick up on that by some weird tracking device and something ALWAYS happens to counteract what made me feel joy by three times its opposite. So now I'm like an Old World throwback who is all superstitious of the Evil Eye.
*sigh* needed to get all that off my chest..


but the peace of mind now that she is no longer harassing and threatening my family is worth it
I don't get upset very often, but right now I'm so mad I could spit...or cry. I had to walk out of the room before I said something I really regretted. His only response was to dismissively tell me, "You're just too sensitive because *sibling* is one of them." That's right, I'm just overly sensitive and it has nothing to do with his thoughtlessly hurtful comments about a topic he'll never understand.