One of my worst syptoms of PPD was what can only be called the "I hates." I've been so good about NOT feeling hatred for so long. Until tonight.
I hateHubby's family.
I hate their incessant drama.
I hate Hubby's job.
I hate feeling like a widow to his job.
I hate that I see Hubby everday - and I still feel like that widow.
I hate that drama comes up with Hubby's family (again), and when pressed for an answer my only response can be, "I don't know; Hubby and I haven't had a chance to discuss it."
Why can't they all just leave me the fuck out of it??
Friday, October 8, 2010
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2010-10-08T21:42:00-04:00
Caitlin MidAtlantic
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