I am so tired of everything being my fault.
It does me no good to try and discuss my feelings because whatever the problem is, whatever went wrong is because of some deep seeded character flaw of mine.
The bank account is low...
... because I spent all the money.
The house is a mess...
... because I don't spend enough of my time cleaning up after everyone.
There is no milk...
... because I didn't buy enough.
The boys think I hate them...
... because I refuse to put up with their crap anymore.
Marley couldn't get ready fast enough so she got left behind from movie night with dad...
... because I was sick and didn't get up to help find her an outfit and shoes to wear fast enough.
Sorry but I call bullshit.
He spends more money on court fees, jail, tickets and lawyers in any given year than all of my "frivioulous" expenses added up over the course of our entire marriage.
I AM a happy person, in fact I'm a very happy person. People like being around me. I laugh all the time, with other people that is. And no matter how miserable you think I am ... I'm not mentally ill. Sorry but you will NEVER convince me of that.
