I am so frustrated right now. I don't want to air a bunch of dirty laundry, I just want to vent a little. I should be sleeping, but I can't. Writing is like therapy. Hopefully I'll be able to sleep after I vent a bit.
It's one thing if you want to screw up your life. Go out and do your crazy $hit. I don't care. But it's not okay to be doing that stuff while you take care of your babies! They deserve better than that. I'm done with you. I'm over it. I won't be helping you ever again.
At the same time though, I can't totally turn my back. Not when there are kiddos involved. I don't know how to cut off the crazy people(this means you!), and still help and support the kids(your children, ya know the ones you are supposed to love and protect.)
I am just so angry right now. I'm angry at you and I'm frightened for your children. I don't often say that I hate anyone or anything. But right now, I hate you.
Sometimes I wonder if I should set up a live journal blog. Then I can have posts that are private and no one can read them ( I think that's how it works anyway.)